After the kids went to bed the other night, I was making pasta salad when I saw something scurry across the kitchen floor from the general area of the trash bucket to underneath the dishwasher.
It might have been just a shadow, or a low flying moth, or maybe even my imagination.
But my initial (and lingering) thought is that it was a mouse. I have yet to mention it to Karen (who will first learn about it when she reads this) and am hoping my eyes were indeed playing tricks with me (playing ‘cat and mouse’, if you will, or more accurate just ‘mouse’). I have yet to see or hear any other evidence that we have a new mouse guest.
Maybe I’m being paranoid given our past experiences – we had a mouse in the house in January: a harrowing experience that was chronicled in ‘Mac & Cheese,’ from the initial fears in Tails of Desperation to the edge-of-your-seat updates in Back to life… and Good enough to eat…, before drawing to a rousing conclusion in A Better Mousetrap.
If we’re lucky, this will be the last you read about us having another mouse in the house.
I hope you enjoyed today’s serving of ‘mac & cheese.’
June 9, 2009 at 9:38 am |
Really?! I sure hope it’s not another mouse, but at least this time we know what to do.