Yikes!! Am I right?! I am such a girl when it comes to bugs and rodents. I cannot stand seeing them or even thinking about seeing them. A couple of weeks ago I went to get my foil from the drawer and noticed there were little mouse droppings – AH! I thought this was my winter struggle! I guess not. The summer heat has pushed them into our home. Now what?! So, I began cleaning out drawers and washing things that I had sitting in them. Now all I can think about is what I am going to do when I encounter this thing (or things, for all I know). While sitting at the table for dinner, typing at the computer, using the restroom, in the living room with the little one’s… all I can envision is this dumb little thing scurrying across the floor or along the walls. When I told my husband about my nervousness about the darn thing, he laughed at me, assured me that it was all in my imagination and continued with his doing. MAN! So there, I had taken his advice and gave up on freaking out for a few days. Until today.
This morning while at my computer, sure enough, I see something moving in the corner of my eye. Something very tiny and grey looking. The girl that I am, I jump onto my chair and scream for my 3 year old son (as if he is Superman and going to run to my rescue). He comes running from his potty (oops! Caught him in the middle of his business.) with his undies around his heels: ”Mom, Mom! Did you find the mouse? I want to see him!” ”YES, I FOUND HIM!”, I screamed. ”EW, EW, EW…”, is all I could say. They just give me the heebee-jeebee’s big-time. So I quickly get on the phone to call my husband for help, I tried keeping my cool: “Hi, I just wanted to let you know that our little mouse friend came to visit.” ”KILL IT.” ”WHAT?! I could never do that. I WOULD never do that. What makes you think that I could or would kill a mouse?” “Well”, my husband says, “pretend that it is a cat or a dog. Grab a hammer and hit it until it explodes.” ”Okay, there is absolutely NO WAY that I am going to compare a tiny mouse to a cat or dog and there is NO WAY that I will be killing this thing. If I am able to work up the courage, I may try grabbing it with gloves and setting it free outside but there will be no murder going on here. He will more than likely be waiting for you when you come home.” Ick. So now what do I do? I think we’ll just be avoiding the floor until Daddy gets home from work.
6 hours until we are saved!