On Saturday night, we were watching "The Dark Knight" in the living room. (I know, I know. Ask me in two years if I liked "Slumdog Millionaire.") I was already on edge because Heath Ledger is creeeeeeeepy and I don't do scary.
Then, ever so calmly, Joe said, "Don't freak out but I just saw a mouse in the dining room. He already ran back to the kitchen."
I didn't cry or even whimper. I simply put on my game face.
Translation: I grabbed my phone and began playing BrickBreaker while Joe dealt with traps. Because nothing clears the mind of rodent horror like a stupid phone game.
Joe assured me I had nothing to worry about because the mouse wouldn't come in the living room where the TV was making noise.So we went back to watching our movie.
Attention: Did you notice I didn't jump on the couch or stand on the edge of our tub or flee the house? I was cool, calm and collected Katie.
But just a couple minutes later, we saw the mouse (who was supposed to be scared of us and the TV) dart into the living room. Under the entertainment center. Under the mini-sofa. And was probably UNDER THE COUCH I WAS SITTING ON!
Cool, calm and collected Katie was no more. I didn't break into hysteria but I did stand on the couch with my blanket, demand that Joe hand me my purse (because it was unzipped and I probably couldn't use it again if there was a chance a mouse ever sat in it) and stayed in our bedroom for the rest of the night.
Thankfully, the mouse had a craving for peanut butter that night and is no more. And thankfully, I have a husband who doesn't coax me out of the bedroom but instead moves the TV and DVD player into our bedroom so I can stay as long as I want.
I love that he puts up with me.
Although now, I'm not sure if I ever want to move the TV back out. I know everyone says never have a TV in the bedroom, but I have to confess, watching The Amazing Race and Oscars in bed was bliss.
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I've been there. I do stand on the chair and scream. And the little buggers always make me feel like I need a shower. Icky.
I just LOVE your stories!!!! I would have rotten weeks without them!!!
I do the same thing. I once woke my husband up b/c I was downstairs nursing my son when I caught a little critter running across the room. Freaked.me.out! Glad the visitor is gone.
Ah, this reminds me of the great mouse genocide of 2002. The derelict house next door to us burned down and all the mice needed to new place to live. It was ugly. One mouse will never freak you out again after you've had the whole extended family running under the furniture.
You crack me up! I have issues with mice, myself. And, tv in bed is bliss :)
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