This morning as I was waking up and getting ready to come to church, I go to my bathroom down the hall. I flip on the light, still not fully awake, and see something scurry across the floor. My first thought is, "That was a really big roach." After realizing that if a roach was truly that big, I'm grabbing my family and getting out of the house- I woke up some more and realized that was no roach- it was a mouse!
My second action was to go into full girly mode and hop on top of the vanity and shriek. Now, yes, I'm as much of a man as the next guy, but at 7:00 in the morning in my pajamas, I wanted to know what this mouse's intentions were before we had a face to face.
I hollered at Melissa to bring me a shoe box and for the next five minutes I tried to corner and scoop Mickey into said shoe box. Have you ever tried to corner a mouse before? They are some of the quickest creatures I have ever dealt with.
The mouse disappeared on me into one of the cabinets. I slowly opened the cabinet door and saw him nice and comfy in the back of the closet. Knowing I had to get ready, I assumed he would stay there and him and I would have a heart to heart a little later. Notice I did say "assumed," we all know what that means.
A few minutes later I jump into the shower. I always wash my hair last, not sure why, just what I've always done. As I am getting ready to begin washing my hair I felt something fall down my back. My first thought is, "No, there is no way that could be him." However, as I look down I quickly realize that Ratatouielle and myself are now showering together!!
Once again, I shrieked. Not only did I shriek but I jumped up on the back corners of the tub, holding the detachable shower faucet in one hand and trying to drown the mouse, while I keep my balance and try to keep from falling and killing myself with the other.
He kept coming towards me, I kept dowsing him. At one point he raises up on his two legs and tilts his head as he gives me this cute, "I'm an innocent mouse" look. Now, I don't know if he could give me any good gourmet recipes or not, but I wasn't taking a chance. I sprayed him towards the front of the tub, got out, grabbed the shoe box, and was able to scoop him up.
I finished getting ready for work and decided I would release the furry little creature into the woods down the road. As I pick up the shoebox, I expect to feel the little booger scurry around or at least make some noise. Nothing. I shake the shoebox. Still Nothing. I shake a little harder. Thud. Oh no, I've killed him. Now, I wasn't going to loose any sleep over this, but nonetheless, I didn't want to kill him- he was probably just looking for a warm place to sleep. I was just going to deport him. :)
Had the water been too hot and scalded him? Did I drown him? Had the fright of seeing me taking a shower gave him a little mousy heart attack?
I grabbed the shoebox and went down the road to the woods. I decided I would peek in on the little fella to judge his condition. His condition was just fine!! I'm beginning to believe he had done this before since he played possum so well. He jumps out of the box and scurries off into the woods.
Hopefully, this story does not turn into "The Mouse Chronicle(S)!"
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