Recently Aaron tilled this little strip of ground by our driveway. When he did that he disturbed a family of mice. We know this because 1 died of fright on our neighbors driveway, and Molly (our cat) has caught at least 2 that I know of. I don't know how big this mouse family was, though I think it was decent size.
Today after dropping Aaron off at the airport for another fun filled work trip we came home and I proceded to make dinner. I needed to get a fork to check the spaghetti and as I opened the silverware drawer there it was. A little mouse running away. As soon as I saw it I did the approprite thing. I screamed like a little girl. Yes I did. Can't believe I did. I am not squemish about any type of animal, dead or alive (bugs are not animals, they are gross.). But here I was screaming! Stupid girly me! And while I was screaming did my boys run into the kitchen to find out why their mom was screaming and try to avenge me?! NO!! They were sitting in the living room watching Babar the Elephant.
It looks like the mouse hasn't been in long, and yes I think it is just a mouse and not mice. I haven't found any poop anywhere and the cat food on the floor under the sink is still there. (Until tomorrow morning anyway!) I plan to buy some traps for under the sink, but still hold out hope that Molly (who is a very good mouser) will have a midnight mouse snack. She won't come upstairs during the day since we got Bella. That'll change eventually.
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