EEEEEKKKK!

Imagine, if you will, a bathroom. A cold and lightly lit room. You sit down to (you know the drill here, no need for imagination, thank you) and you feel a BANG on the back of your heel. You look down and there is a GRAY MOUSE running away from your foot. OMG, can I say that again, OMG. The horror!!! Screaming starts and does not stop while you are trying to get your feet off of the ground. EEEEWWWWW. Now, this happened this morning. Imagine if you will the same bathroom a week ago. I was giving my kids a bath and while they were happily playing in the water, I am sitting down on the floor reading a book. All of a sudden the mouse runs from across the bathroom to go UP MY PANT LEG. Yes, yelling and jumping around commenced until the filthy rodent exited my pants and scurried away.

We have mouse poison out, we have mouse traps set with peanut butter. This DAMN MOUSE eats the peanut butter and doesn't set off the trap and he avoids the poison. Why does this mouse insist on torturing me? Why won't he leave, or better yet, end his time on earth? Why did Ray move me to this BFE house, surrounded by trees and animals, so that filthy little rodents like the one we have now, enter my house and decide to stay?

We are going to have a war. Either the mouse or I will win. I am on a mission. But, for the time being, I think I will avoid my bathroom (bladder be damned) and I will strategically place chairs throught my house so that I can avoid the floor.