I’m really not sure in what order this all happened; my blood curdling screams, throwing of the laundry, jumping in the air and peeing my pants (yes... I admit it) doing the high step and continuing my scream while the horrific grey mouse ran full speed into teenage son Brock’s door. The little monster flew backwards and stunned itself. No he didn’t kill himself, but he lay there long enough for me to sprint to the kitchen, screaming the whole time, grab a tupperware bowl on the counter and trap it!
Posted on: Thu, 22 May 2014 12:00:31 +0000