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The darnest thing... that mouse. I had never seen a mouse that bold before. First terrorizing Aaron.
Then terrorizing Anne. Then me chasing the mouse with two shoes in both of my hands and later a broom.
He/she may have put the fear in Aaron and Anne, but trust me, I put the fear in that mouse. Unfortunately,
I did not kill it. Trust me, I wanted to. But upon Anne's request, I did not. I don't think that was a sound choice.
I'm sure he/she will find a way back into the house. Last night, Aaron came running down stairs to tell me he saw a bug in his room the size of his fist. I started teasing Aaron saying this must be the famous monster bug that August and Paige have spotted. Anne makes the remark that it might have been a mouse. Aaron goes back up stairs. 15 minutes later, I heard a noise from Aaron that sounded like a cross between a horse whinny and a squeal. I then burst in laughter at Aaron because of the sound. (I'm sorry, I could not help it). Aaron informs Anne and I that he just saw a mouse run across his bed. So I tell Aaron, 'Lets go up and have a look', half not expecting to see anything. When we get up there, Aaron exclaims, "See! There! It just went under my pillow". The pillow is laying on the floor. I pick up the pillow and to my amazement, there is a mouse. The mouse looks at me for a second and runs under Aaron's bed. I tell Aaron to go to the other side of the bed. We try to find it and flush it out, but can't find the darn thing. I thought it must have gotten away with out us seeing it OR it was hiding somewhere in Aaron bed. I open the drawers on the bed, beat on the bed, etc. No luck. I tell Aaron we will put traps under his bed tomorrow. Now that all the kids were in bed, Anne and I play some Farmville. After that, we call it a night and go to bed. Anne falls a sleep pretty fast, but I'm not ready to sleep yet, so I get up. I leave the room for no more than 2 minutes when I hear Anne scream "Mike!" I come running in to see what is wrong. She tells me to turn on the light. Anne claims she could swear she felt a bug in her hair. I tell her I don't see anything now, thinking it was her having a dream. She asks me to look at her hair, which I do. I tell her that nothing is in her hair. Anne swears it was not her imagination. She turns around and picks up her pillow and screams. There was that dang mouse, hiding under her pillow. It then takes off for the side of the bed. To keep it simple, the next 15 minutes was me sealing doors with towels while I chased down this mouse with energy that I had not had since I was young. I was determined to get rid of this mouse. If I did not, Anne was not going to go back to sleep. That would mean I would not go to sleep. Knowingly, that would be a long night and we both had to work in the morning. I finally forced the mouse out of the house onto our back porch. But, like every mouse.... the varmit will be back. |
| I say, one this bold very possibly has rabies. Be on the alert. What would Maddi do? Call an exterminator! |