We spent about half an hour on Saturday before we left for Garrett and Boone's birthday party chasing a mouse in the house! It was crazy! I guess I left the garage door ajar and one squirted in while we were upstairs. Bryon had shut it without me knowing and as I was walking into the bedroom I caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye. I freaked. MOUSE! MOUSE! MOUSE!
Bryon jumped up, Grace jumped up and then they both started laughing at me. Now I REALIZE I'm bigger and smarter than a mouse but they are just so disgusting and fast! I do not like them Sam I Am. I don't like them in a HOUSE, I do not like them here or there, I do not like them anywhere.
Bryon chased it into our bedroom and we shut the doors at least confining it to one room. We put Grace up on the bed (still in her monkey night gown) while we tried to flush it out and stomp on it. It was pretty comical. We got Pansy (the cat) and threw her into the mix but she just ran away from it. Pussy.
Let me tell you those damn things are fast! Bryon just missed it like two dozen times. We'd see it go one place and it would sneak out another. Grace was a good spotter and told us where it was several times. In the meantime, she was jumping and clapping on the bed and cheering "You can do it Mama and Daddy, You can do it Mama and Daddy". For a minute there thought maybe I could :) She's quite the little cheerleader :)
Finally after about 30 minutes the jig was up and Bryon stomped it's fuzzy little head and threw it out the window. Yuck! They are just so disgusting.