I came downstairs after showering. Was walking toward the kitchen. And something small & fast streaked across the floor. I screamed (naturally - what would you do??). Hubby said - what was that? I said I think we have a mouse and ran toward the living room and straight up onto the hearth. Mice can't jump; can they? If they can don't tell me! My brave and darling Man-Child went bravely toward the kitchen - jumped back and said "Oh crap!" Might have said something a little stronger; can't remember through the trauma. Hubby grabbed his shoes (what??) and went toward the area. He couldn't seem to find anything. But I know what I saw and M-C knows what he saw.
Seriously. I am completely wigged out! Just sent hubby out in the middle of the night (ok so it's only 7:45 pm) to get a trap of some sort. Since he claims he can't "catch" it on his own. Apparently, they are too fast for
Great. How am I supposed to sleep tonight knowing that there is a critter loose? In my freakin' house!!!
Yes, I realize that we live on what used to be farmland and has been undeveloped for years. Yes, I realize that building our house has displaced said critters. Yes, I realize we have undeveloped areas behind us. But seriously? IN MY HOUSE????????
I cannot deal. Seriously, I cannot deal.
Anybody in the market for a house? I know one that might be up for sale very soon!