Mice and Men

We have a houseguest. 

With four little feet and black beady eyes.  Or so I would assume, we have yet to make eye contact.

I can hear it in my vents.  Gulp.  And with each word I type, it rushes from one end of the venting to the other.  Its either taunting me or gathering whatever it can find... dried macaroni noodles, fake pine needles, broken crayon tips, Scrabble tiles, Barbie hair.

Conveniently, my dear hubby is gone for the evening.  He’s never around when creatures visit. 

A while back we had a real live bat stop by...  He was hiding in the beams of our family room.  I assure you it was just as awful as it sounds.  When I called the hubby at work, he ever so sweetly suggested that I “just deal with it.”  Such eloquence (he would like to note here that he was enduring a busy workday.  We believe you dear).  A few stressful  moments later, the bat was sucked up by a shop vac and released to his concerned family outdoors. 

I’m not certain a shop vac would have the same effect with a mouse?  Makes me shudder a little.  I think I’ll just eat a bag of Oreos instead, the chewing will drown out the tiny pitter patter.  It can scamper around until my hubby comes home.  Then he can just ‘deal with it.’ 

Ever have an unexpected rodent drop by... or is it just our house?