So I was completely creeped out by Periwinkle’s dead mouse story…one of the reasons I don’t have cats, even though I adore them!
But clearly the universe didn’t think I was creeped out enough, so it sent another mouse last night…a live one, a baby one, swimming about desperately in the dog’s water bowl (one of those deep mixer-bowl varieties). He must’ve gotten in when hubby was fixing the screen door & the dog must’ve scared him off the wall or something when we went downstairs for a drink (good doggie!). I didn’t hear the plop, but I did hear a squeek & notice the dog staring very curiously at his water bowl. Still, I expected to see a moth or something, not a little gray mouse doing laps.
So I did what any reasonable person would do, I screamed bloody murder & called for hubby to come help. Except hubby hates mice, really hates them & hubby has no hubby he can call for for help in these situations (very unfair). I hate mice too, of course, but I hate the thought of drowning a baby one even more & that’s what hubby proposed we do…wait it out. So I gathered some courage, grabbed the bowl & walked very carefully outside & into the back yard where I tossed baby & bowl water out at the same time. The little guy was stunned for a few seconds, collected his wits, caught his breath, & then scampered back into the woods.
Went upstairs & promptly found a daddy long legs crawling around on the shower curtain. Hubby took care if it…he’s very good at spider wrangling & I can’t stand the things.
Long story now short (so you should’ve jumped to the end): this house is CREEPING ME OUT!