There's a Mouse in the House saga continues......
I was prepping my bedroom for painting when Happy came screaming up the stairs. It was nothing new to hear him screaming about something. When he finally reached my door, he had tears in his eyes and he was scared to death.
Due to his tears and his heart beating out of his chest, it was hard to distinguish real words from the blubbering.
Despite that, I was able to make out something like "the mouse was on the blanket". I was confused because I remember leaving the blanket on the couch. I really did NOT want to think that a mouse would be bold enough to come up onto my throne, but, apparently, my son had taken the blanket and cuddled with it on the floor in front of the TV.
"You saw the mouse on the blanket?" I squealed. I was horrified for him. I told his brothers to put the blanket back on the couch and put the cat in the family room. I asked if they saw the mouse and was given blank stares and, "Uh...no", from each of them.
When I finished prepping my bedroom, I went downstairs. I was about to sit down to nurse Sneezy when I saw it. There was a dead mouse on the floor right in front of the TV. I guess the cat wanted to catch up on her favorite cartoons and play with her find at the same time. Who knows.
That's when it hit me.
"Happy? Did you get the blanket, lay down on the floor, and then not notice that the mouse was on the floor, and then you laid down on the mouse?!" My question was quite jumbled, but so was my mind. He understood me, though, and said, "Yeah," patted his back and said, "It was on my back!"
Stop here for a collective, "Eeeuuu!"
Sleepy comes to the rescue again for us and throws the mouse away all the while his mother gushes all over him and calls him her brave boy.
I think I've quite had it with the mice in this house. The one consolation I have is that they have a terrifying death.
I was prepping my bedroom for painting when Happy came screaming up the stairs. It was nothing new to hear him screaming about something. When he finally reached my door, he had tears in his eyes and he was scared to death.
Due to his tears and his heart beating out of his chest, it was hard to distinguish real words from the blubbering.
Despite that, I was able to make out something like "the mouse was on the blanket". I was confused because I remember leaving the blanket on the couch. I really did NOT want to think that a mouse would be bold enough to come up onto my throne, but, apparently, my son had taken the blanket and cuddled with it on the floor in front of the TV.
"You saw the mouse on the blanket?" I squealed. I was horrified for him. I told his brothers to put the blanket back on the couch and put the cat in the family room. I asked if they saw the mouse and was given blank stares and, "Uh...no", from each of them.
When I finished prepping my bedroom, I went downstairs. I was about to sit down to nurse Sneezy when I saw it. There was a dead mouse on the floor right in front of the TV. I guess the cat wanted to catch up on her favorite cartoons and play with her find at the same time. Who knows.
That's when it hit me.
"Happy? Did you get the blanket, lay down on the floor, and then not notice that the mouse was on the floor, and then you laid down on the mouse?!" My question was quite jumbled, but so was my mind. He understood me, though, and said, "Yeah," patted his back and said, "It was on my back!"
Stop here for a collective, "Eeeuuu!"
Sleepy comes to the rescue again for us and throws the mouse away all the while his mother gushes all over him and calls him her brave boy.
I think I've quite had it with the mice in this house. The one consolation I have is that they have a terrifying death.
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