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Last night I was in bed, all propped up with pillows, snuggled in my super soft blanket, hubby by my side. I was checking out something on my lap top with one eye while I watched
TV with the other. (it's a gift) Then I saw IT. Well, I thought I saw it. Okay, I sort of saw it, out of the corner of my eye. A small, black mouse. I thought it might be my imagination, or a shadow. I tried to make myself feel better, but it didn't work. I had hubby turn down the TV volume so I could listen. I have super bat-like hearing. The slightest squeak, rustle, or gnawing and I would hear it. I'm freaky that way. A slight rub on the side of one of my baskets.....a black flash scooted in front of the french doors. AAaaggggh!
Hubby set a trap, and placed it near the wall on my side of bedroom. My first thought was, what if I have to get up to pee in the middle of the night and forget the trap is there and snap my toe off? Stinkin' rodent, putting me through this turmoil, and right before bed!!!! I finally got to sleep worrying that this mouse would wait until I'm sound asleep and then gnaw my face off. I have a vivid imagination.
This morning I carefully got up (it was still dark outside) and assessed the situation with the light from my cell phone. (didn't want to turn the light on and bother hubby) I did not see a dead mouse. Ugh. I tiptoed around ( I have no idea why...I didn't want to disturb the renegade mouse??!!) .
I made my way out to the dining room and kitchen. As I flipped on the light I saw our cat, Nikki, laying on the rug in front of the fire place. Just then---flash---the black shadow ran behind some pictures that I have leaning against the wall. I picked Nikki up and threw her at the pictures. Bless her heart she had no idea what was going on. She had her back to the whole mouse situation and didn't see it and now her owner is throwing her and telling her to "sic it". Poor girl. She'll need
pet therapy.
Then it was 8 am and time to let the dog out. My son's new little dog is part
Fox Terrier/Schipperke. Both these types of
dogs have hunting small animals in their blood. Their ancestors are fox, squirrel, and rat killers. A small field mouse should be a piece of cake. Alas, he was more worried in going to the bathroom than catching a sly field mouse.He and I are going to have a talk.
Now as I sit here typing, I notice Nikki stalking around the living room. I think she is on the scent. She is intently watching....something. If
Lonnie, the wonder dog, sees the mouse it will be toast. He already nearly destroyed the cat's stuffed gerbil toy. Wahahaha! House pets, unite!
If this situation is an example of how the rest of the day is going to go, well than I am in trouble.
Lonnie, Nikki, and I are going on a
mouse hunt.
It is totally unacceptable to me to have even one lone mouse in the house. I cannot deal with it. Dirty, disgusting, nasty varmint.
