This morning I got up at 6:15 and knowing I had a lot to do, decided to get started on my day. I made my coffee and a bowl of oatmeal and sat down at the dining room table to get some work done. I was hitting send on an email when I saw a mouse dart next to me along the baseboards and go into a corner behind some bags. I thought "Great, there are mice in the house (again*.)" So I go into the kitchen to see if I can see the mouse in the corner or if there's a hole in the baseboards that it went into. The reason I do this is because I have some poison I could stick in the hole then some stuff to seal the hole.
Now that I am relocated to the kitchen looking into the dining room, I see nothing. Of course. And that's when #2 darts out from under the stove and heads toward the refrigerator. Right. Next. To. My. Foot. I screamed. And ran to the living room and called my dad. He's the only person I knew who would be awake around 7 in the morning so it seemed logical. And he laughed at me. I knew he would, but I still needed to talk to someone for I feared I was nearing heart-attack status. I mean a mouse just ran Right. Next. To. My. Foot. And I was wearing houseshoes. Like those are going to protect my toes.
So while I'm standing in the big living room talking to my dad mouse #2 runs AT ME. I am not even kidding. So I screamed. And I said "It's running around, it's running around." My dad (ever the intelligent one) says "Are you talking to me?" "YES! Who the heck else would I be talking to?" Um, for those of you who are confused, I don't make it a habit of talking to mice who are running at me. So the mice turns and runs into the computer desk (which was slightly funny) and then runs onto the hearth where I quit following it.
At this point, I wrap up the conversation with my dad and go take a shower. Because if there's one thing I know, if have a heart attack and die due to these mice, I don't want to smell when Britt** gets here for the body.
* For those of you who don't know me in real life, we had a mouse infestation in the garage and house at my grandparents this fall and dealt with it for the better part of a week trying to get cracks and holes sealed and replacing seals along doors. We thought it was under control. It is not.
** The people who own the funeral home are friends of the family so yes, we are on a first name basis with them.
P.S. It's over an hour later and my blood pressure is still elevated. I know this because I normally have low to normal blood pressure and at this moment I can FEEL it pumping through my veins. I've earned a second dose of caffeine today because I know once I calm down I'm going to be exhausted.
Now that I am relocated to the kitchen looking into the dining room, I see nothing. Of course. And that's when #2 darts out from under the stove and heads toward the refrigerator. Right. Next. To. My. Foot. I screamed. And ran to the living room and called my dad. He's the only person I knew who would be awake around 7 in the morning so it seemed logical. And he laughed at me. I knew he would, but I still needed to talk to someone for I feared I was nearing heart-attack status. I mean a mouse just ran Right. Next. To. My. Foot. And I was wearing houseshoes. Like those are going to protect my toes.
So while I'm standing in the big living room talking to my dad mouse #2 runs AT ME. I am not even kidding. So I screamed. And I said "It's running around, it's running around." My dad (ever the intelligent one) says "Are you talking to me?" "YES! Who the heck else would I be talking to?" Um, for those of you who are confused, I don't make it a habit of talking to mice who are running at me. So the mice turns and runs into the computer desk (which was slightly funny) and then runs onto the hearth where I quit following it.
At this point, I wrap up the conversation with my dad and go take a shower. Because if there's one thing I know, if have a heart attack and die due to these mice, I don't want to smell when Britt** gets here for the body.
* For those of you who don't know me in real life, we had a mouse infestation in the garage and house at my grandparents this fall and dealt with it for the better part of a week trying to get cracks and holes sealed and replacing seals along doors. We thought it was under control. It is not.
** The people who own the funeral home are friends of the family so yes, we are on a first name basis with them.
P.S. It's over an hour later and my blood pressure is still elevated. I know this because I normally have low to normal blood pressure and at this moment I can FEEL it pumping through my veins. I've earned a second dose of caffeine today because I know once I calm down I'm going to be exhausted.
