Not again.....

I am NOT trying to 'one-up' my sister-in-law.

I swear.

Nevertheless, I have a tale to tell. It just so happens that this tale is true; it also just so happens that the event surrounding this tale happened to me only days after a very similar event happened to her. (You can click here to read my sister-in-law Aimee's hilarious tale of a little critter that she discovered in her car while driving.)

Last night, after getting all of the boys settled down in bed, Shane and I decided to relax on the couch for a few minutes before going to bed ourselves. We popped a DVD in, and were watching intently, when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Now, we have had our windows open alot lately, and with the cooler weather, the boys have been coming in and out of the house a lot, so we have been getting a lot of bugs and such. No big deal....but I could have sworn that this movement was on the floor. I said to Shane, who I noticed was looking in the same direction as I was, "Did you see that?"

Well, he had seen it--that was why, obviously, he was looking in that direction.

Neither of us had a clue what it was, but Shane was convinced it was not a bug, but something much bigger than that. "A bug doesn't make that kind of shadow," he said to me.

I instantly went into jittery mode....you know, that feeling you get when you just know something is wrong, but you aren't quite sure what it is? If you have just recently started reading this blog, you may have missed my post in June--when Shane found a four foot Black King snake INSIDE of our wall while remodeling. (Click here if you are just dying to get your hands on that tale.) I had that feeling that day, too.

I believe, after the snake incident, that I was justified to be a little on edge.

So, being the man of the house, Shane gets up and walks over to the light switch, and flips the light on. I, on the other hand, stayed put on the couch. We aren't sure at this point what kind of creature we were dealing with, but Shane decided he needed some kind of weapon in case it darted at him. We both began looking around, and the best solution we could come up with was.....Colin's foam bat. It was big, and it was close, and it could probably do significant damage if it needed to.

So, Shane grabbed the bat.

All of a sudden, I saw it again. It darted out from the couch where I was sitting, and over to the other couch and then underneath it.....you guessed it. A MOUSE.

Yuck, Yuck, Yuck.

I know that a mouse won't hurt me, but Yuck. I certainly don't want the furry little thing roaming loose in my house. Yuck.

I am sure that many of you reading this post right now have probably had this situation happen to you. You could probably tell me all about it...and maybe even laugh about it, now that that it is behind you. But I will tell you something--that doesn't make me feel any better. Yuck.

I decided that I was going to be brave and help capture this little creature, so I got up and ran into the kitchen to get the flashlight to be able to see under the couch. However, the flashlight batteries were dead (thanks to my Colin, who loves to pretend with it all the time, and turns it on and leaves it on for who knows how many hours). As I was examining the flashlight, standing right in the middle of the floor between the kitchen and the couch, our little friend decided to make his move again....and came running RIGHT for me! I kid you not. I think it was deliberate. I screamed--yes, like a little girl--and jumped into the air so that it ran underneath me and not up my leg or something. Gross. Then, I yelled for Shane, and directed him to where it had gone--into the kitchen.

Have you ever really looked around your kitchen, or around ANY room in your house for that matter, to see all of the places a thing that little could hide? I am not going to point them all out to you, but we found like six places he could have gone--and we didn't even look that hard.

Did you get that? ...places he could have gone..... No, we did not catch him. *sigh*

Guess who was calling Terminix and buying mouse traps today?

So now, for an undertermined amount of time, I am forced to share my house with a mouse. Yuck, Yuck, Yuck. Aimee--I REALLY DO feel for you now!!