There's a mouse in my house

posted by Cheri on Fri. Nov 14, 2008
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And no that's not a clever way a referring to something else. There is a real mouse in my real house. I am not amused. It just crept out from under a cabinet and looked at me.

I called Gary at work. He said "you're not suggesting I miss the faculty meeting to come home and take care of a mouse, are you?"

Well no... I guess not.

But if he had offered to miss his meeting in order to come home and take care of the mouse, I wouldn't have protested.

I opened the nearest outside door and banged around the cabinet with a broom. But that didn't prompt the mouse to make a run for freedom. So it's still under the cabinet.

Knowing where it is asssuring. Problem is, I can't leave the room because I won't know where it went.

It could go anywhere.

It could go into Eliana's room.

I'm not sure what I'll do in two hours when I have to go pickup Eliana at preschool.

For now I'm waiting for it to make a move.

Hopefully towards the open door

and freedom .