This morning Grandma--my wife, not the mother-in-law that just moved in with us--asked if I had heard her scream this morning. I hadn't. She then asked what would make her scream.
Fearing the worst, I guessed a couple of other things:
a) she tripped over the dog in the dark? (no)
b) a spider skittered over her hand in the shower? (no)
No, it was the worst thing, after all. She had seen a mouse in the house.
Horror of horrors.
It's been YEARS since we've seen a mouse in the house. We didn't know how they got in before, and I don't know how this one got in this time. Regardless, we'll have to find the traps and set them out again. And I may be the only one willing to enter the pantry for awhile.
Anyone have a good cat they'll let us borrow for awhile?
Shake off the Rust
7 years ago
1 comment:
Aww, poor Grandma. I hope that you catch it quick.
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