Friday morning, I am standing in the kitchen, minding my own business, when all of a sudden a little brown mouse goes running across the kitchen floor, right past my bare little toes. I almost had a heart attack right there. But being that all the kids were standing right there, I managed to compose myself and continue with fixing breakfast. Not 5 minutes later, I guess he decided he wanted to be somewhere else, cause he ran back across the kitchen again, and not very quickly either. Really, I would have to say he sauntered across the kitchen and disappeared behind the fridge. Gives me the willies just thinking of it! And then a third time, he walked, very slowly across the kitchen back to the other side. By the 3rd trip I had had it. I called Housing thinking they would send someone over to set traps for me. HA!!!!! They rang the door bell, handed me the traps, and walked away! Have you ever tried to teach a 10 year old boy to set a mouse trap? (that's a life skill he needs, right?) Dont worry...he still has 9 of his fingers, and we have 2 less mice than we did yesterday. So far, so good.
(Dont worry, honey, we got it all under control here. The mice will only play till I get ahold of them!)
