YIKES... a little creature!

Monday night... beep... beep... beep... 24... my FAVORITE show! Joe and I were watching and he had just commented that the show is too short. We were hooked... it was awesome. And then I heard my husband say, "mouse"... I didn't really hear him... "what"...

"there's a mouse" and points.

I look over (one eye still on Keiffer) and there it is. A little mouse crawling across the baseboard of my dining room. Not calm, I shout, "GET IT!"


He jumps up and springs into action. The mouse heads behind my large basket of scrapbooks. Joe grabs my Pampered Chef pot holder... I scream... "not my potholder". He puts it back and grabs a piece of cardboard from the counter (recycling). I laugh (still with one eye on Keiffer), "that won't work". He grabs a cloth napkin off of the dinning room table and throws it on the mouse.

SAFE!

Um, no... now what are you going to do? He thinks, he ponders, he looks through the house (the entire time the mouse just shivers under the napkin). He finally comes out with the dust pan.

Now, you need to understand that my husband is 6'5" tall. He's a big guy. I've got one eye on Keiffer and one eye on Joe doing this funky little dance. I was in hysterics!

He finally scoops up the mouse into the dustpan... napkin and all. He looks at me.......... I finally say, "well, what are you going to do now?" He looks back and shrugs his shoulders.

I'm laughing, he's irritated, but laughing as well. Finally, he tells me to open the front door. I do... the mouse is never seen again (and I need a new dustpan).

It was quite something... back to Keiffer... beep... beep... beep...

The best part... our huge 120lb puppy never moved. He didn't move when we screamed, laughed and screamed again. He finally moved when the front door opened... what is he good for anyway?