WE HAVE A MOUSE! A LITTLE, ICKY, DISEASE-INFESTED MOUSE! A MOUSE THAT HAS TAKEN UP RESIDENCE IN THE SPACE BETWEEN OUR KITCHEN SINK AND DISHWASHER!
(Quick side note: I apologize about the lack of posts lately – but my little baby Mac now has ZERO, count ’em, ZERO space left so I can’t upload or edit any pictures. So, until Daniel finishes cleaning out the garage and finds his external hard-drive, I am not able to upload any original pics to el blogo Waldo. And now back to our regular programming…..)
A MOUSE!!!!! Fievel has moved into our kitchen…..
Now, you may ask, how did you find out about said mouse? Well, I’ll tell you. Daniel & I were in the kitchen making Great Grandma Mabel’s potato soup (not my Great Grandma but actually my friend Josh’s GGMA’s recipe – I don’t have a GGMA Mabel – but I digress) and minding our own business when suddenly Daniel gasped like a little girl (sorry babe, but you did) and nearly threw a kitchen knife into the air. “What?!??!??! WHHHHHHAAAAAAT????!???!?” I screamed, because, of course, I can’t let him be MORE dramatic than me. “A mouse,” he replied, with his hand over his heart, trying to steady his breathing. To this I jumped up and down squealing, “EWWWWW! WE. ARE. GETTING. A. KITTY!” Instantly, Daniel was calmed and said, “Nope.” But I still think a trained mouse killer is the answer – a kitty. Especially since the two creatures in the house who have sworn to protect us were no help and generally just sat there as the mouse sauntered across the floor looking like this….
So I say we get a cat. Daniel says we get mousetraps. What do YOU say? (please say kitty…..I’ve always wanted one and I feel that a vote of confidence from the great wide blogoverse might sway Daniel my way!)