Eek!

We're going to play a little game!

What is the missing word in these phrases:

Mickey ________

Not a creature was stirring, not even a _______

Hickory Dickory Dock, the ______ ran up the clock

Quiet as a church _______

Oh my gosh, we have a __________

If you guessed the gross word, mouse, you win my friend!

Now you are probably wondering why on earth we would play such a ridiculous game...

well, the last phrase is one I uttered to my husband just yesterday morning!

Gross!

I do have a story, so settle yourself right on down, maybe get some popcorn, because it's good.

Okay, maybe not that good. But humor me.

So it all started as I was reading a book two days ago, at least I think so.

Our house is by nature, cold, so in the mornings I sit on our lovesac by the fireplace and do whatever,

blog, read, facebook, check email, you know the basics.

Well, this particular morning, I was reading.

Out of the corner of my eye,

I could have sworn I saw something run from our laundry room to our kitchen!

So I got up and went and looked,

but I didn't really see anything.

So I figured my mind was playing tricks on me,

and went back to my reading.

Fast forward to yesterday morning.

I was up making my sweet husband his breakfast and lunch,

minding my own business.

While I was getting stuff out of the pantry I noticed that my bag of crasins had a little hole at the bottom and a crasin had fallen out of it....

I thought to myself,

hmm, I wonder if I accidentally snagged the bag on something.

Odd.

Later, I opened up the pantry door to get out the peanut butter

(I may make him lunch but it's not that fancy... he's perfectly happy with pb and j)

Anyways, I was opening the door and I saw this little head poke out

and quickly retreat behind my flour bucket!

Of course I run to my husband and say,

I think we have a mouse!

Both of us are totally grossed out.

He helps me unload the pantry of all the things in a plastic bag or in a box.

So now my counters are my pantry.

As I'm freaking out because I don't know how the stupid mouse got into our house

and how I don't like mice

and on and on... I was really freaking out... lol,

he tells me that a mouse can fit through a hole the size of a pencil eraser..

uh thanks, not what I wanted/needed to hear.

Then kisses me and is on his way out the door.

AH!

So now I'm home alone with my new friend...

Not too much later, my sweet husband texts me and apologizes for not being able to help more

and tells me to lean a piece of plywood up against the door of the pantry where the mouse is currently hiding (at the time).

So I do.

Then we (me and the mouse) call a truce and I stay in my little area and I hope he stays in his..

I get ready and go on with my day.

After babysitting I run to Home Depot and buy some mouse traps.

Then I went on a search for plastic containers to hold my food, which hopefully we'll get soon!

I set the traps and put them where the instructions said would work best,

and I wait.

I was hoping to catch the little rodent before my dear husband got home,

but the mouse mysteriously went missing...

as in I didn't see it.

The night goes on still no sign of the mouse.

I go to bed trying not to think of where that little thing might be.

Praying he's not in our room at all!

Well folks, this morning as I went out to make breakfast

guess who was trapped by our fridge?!

You guessed it,

our least favorite furry creature!

Little Mickey got caught red handed.

Adios!

P.S. I'd like say thanks for nothing to that stupid cat that decided to take up residence under our home. If you are going to live here, could you please deal with the mouse yourself next time?! Thanks in advance... hopefully and if not, please leave.

:)

P.P.S. I was going to post pictures but I decided against it. Plus I couldn't get myself to really look at the mouse trap after Mickey was caught, it was gross. Like I said, I don't like mice!