While cooking dinner tonight my husband came home and informed me that we have a visitor. I wish this were a visitor I could "intentionally" cook a homemade meal for....unfortunately, this visitor was unwelcomed, furry, and the one who enjoys my leftover cooking crumbs unseen by my obsessive eye. Yes, we have a little Ralph S. Mouse.
While sitting on his porcelain throne this morning, JP apparently saw the rodent run across our bathroom floor. Although he claims he didn't even flinch, I can imagine any man caught off guard during their morning meeting in the "John", would jump on top of their glass chair to finish their business at a later moment.
Needless to say, I did much EXTRA cleaning tonight. I swifter, washed, and vacuumed all of the floors...and left the bathroom to my brave husband, (who should thank me for the extra time I've now awarded him in the throne room while he cleans). We put out a trap tonight and I have been tiptoeing around hoping that I will not have a run in with this visitor, nor his droppings. I am waiting anxiously, like a woman in labor, to hear the snap of the metal contraption that will send him to meet his maker. HERE'S HOPIN!
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when we've had a mouse i've always gone to stay with mom and dad...great, now I have no one to go.
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