Ok, maybe not, but there is definitely a MOUSE in my house!
On Monday, we came home from grocery shopping and as we were walking into the kitchen, Noah came running into the room saying, “I SAW A MOUSE!” We kind of played it off because, after all, he is 5. A year ago he was afraid of elephants in the garden. So, we didn’t put too much stock in it.
Today though, he’s rather smug. We were watching Ellen this morning as I enjoyed a third cup of coffee when Elijah casually turned around and said, “I just saw a mouse.” It had run less than a foot passed him and he was just sitting their calmly like nothing had happend.
Kait and I – like the girls we are – FREAKED OUT! When I was cleaning my office a few weeks ago, I found some glue traps and I quickly set Chip to work setting them up. He had just placed the last trap and was settling back down to work when that little rodent darted out from under the loveseat and ran across the room. ICK! ICK! ICK!
In ran into the dining room and we lost it. Not sure where it went – don’t really care! We are now seriously considering getting a kitten that we can train to be a mouser. We’ve never had a problem with mice in the house when it was warm out before so I’m worried about what winter will bring. I do *not* like vermin!
And the worst part? Chip’s mom called this morning and as I related our adventures, she *laughed* at me! L-A-U-G-H-E-D!!!
I stick to my theory that I’m allowed to freak out. There is a mouse in my house and I live in a PEOPLE HOUSE!