There's a mouse in my house...again

For those of you who have been following my blog for a while, you know that we have had mice in other houses that we've lived in. And you also know that I am not a big fan of mice. Actually, I HATE mice. I can hardly watch the movie "Ratatoille" because of the scene where all the rats come streaming out of the ceiling. I was even a little creeped out the other day watching "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse" when I noticed Mickey's little mouse tail waving behind him. When we moved into this house, I was hoping that things would be different. "No mice here!" I thought. I was wrong. Shortly after we moved in, I saw a mouse scamper across the floor in our living room. Having a mild heart attack, while trying not to wake the sleeping baby, I yell-whispered to my husband that we had a mouse. He calmly got out some traps, and we bought one of those high pitched rodent repellers that plug into your wall, hoping that it would discourage the mouse from taking up residence in our house. We caught that mouse and thought we were done. But today, I saw evidence of a mouse still lurking somewhere in my house. I was not happy. In fact, I lost it a little. Luckily my children can't really talk yet, because if they could they would have some weird stories to tell. I stood in the middle of the kitchen, yelling at the mouse. I didn't see the mouse mind you, I just wanted him to hear my thoughts while he hid somewhere nearby. I think I said something like this: "You'd better run, friend, because I am going to kill you. And your friends. You'd better tell them to run too. I'm not kidding about this, mister. So get out now!! While you still can!!" I gave him fair warning. Hopefully he took my advice and hightailed it out of here. I think I hear some scampering right now!

Mandy <><