A Mouse in the House

We have a mouse in our house, I know this because I watched its little fury butt run across my living room as I was sitting on my tush after a long day at the spa. After coming home from my perfectly relaxed awesome three hours at the spa my blood pressure found its way right back up as this little guy sprinted across my hardwoods.

I immediately jumped and screamed for Mitch to "GET IT, GET IT, OH MY GOD GROSS, GET IT!" and pulled my legs up into a tight cacoon as if this itty bitty mouse was going to bite my toe off. Mitch did what any sensible guy would do. Put on his work boots, (in his boxers mind you) and grabbed a broom. He then threw another broom at me like I was going to be participating in the wrangling of this nasty little rodent. After some coaxing and a couple dirty looks I agreed to "play goalie" and make sure he didn't get past me into the bedrooms.

Now comes the part where we find out our mouse is actually Houdini and just flat out disappears and is no where to be found.

Now comes the part where I am going to bed knowing there is a MOUSE IN MY HOUSE!

Now comes the part where we wake up and check the 5 traps that we set up around our living room to find out not only is our mouse Houdini but he is also the world's smartest mouse and has figured out how to lick clean all five mouse traps of peanut butter and not set a single one of them off.

Now comes the part where we does it again the next night!

Now come the part where I am going to bed for the third night in a row knowing that all I am accomplishing by setting these mouse traps is that now not only do I have a mouse in my house I have a happy mouse with a full belly in my house!