Yes, I have legs so pale they are almost transparent. But, this is what I look like every night while getting ready for bed, because we have a mouse in our house.
And yes, it knows we are afraid of it, and yes, it probably lives in our walls with an army of 500. And yes, I refuse to walk around the house without shoes on, because if I did, the mouse would know, and scurry across my feet (or, in my process of jumping and screaming, I would accidently land on top of it and feel it under my foot).And I'm sure that the mouse can get into my room despite the fact that I have found a new use for my school books; blocking the crack under my door.
It turns out my fan sounds just like a chitter-chattering mouse.
And yes, when I heard there was a mouse in our house, I mentally went through Dr. Seuss' Cat in the Hat, Fox in a Box, Mouse in a House rhyme.
And yes, I am quite certain that this mouse knows how to climb into washing machines, cabinets, bath tubs, beds, and toilets. And for that reason, I take deep breaths before entering any room of the house, and I whistle under my bed each night to see if a little creature responds.
3 comments:
you need to call your landlord! haha that is crazy!
Mom said ...That's what happens when it snows outside. Time to go to Walmart and buy a mouse trap for 59 cents before Katie and I come to spend the night.
I hear that mouse (I call them all rats) love peanut butter. Might want to top the traps with some. Not sure which brand they prefer. Since the idea is to kill them, you don't have to be choosey and choose my favorite, Jiff.
Good luck !
love,
grandmom
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