The Unwelcome Visitor

It is 4:30 in the morning, and I can't sleep. I woke up around 3:00 with a noise downstairs. I thought at first it was just big drops of rain thumping the tin roof, but mixed in with the rain drops was some other noise, a scrambling, scooting noise. Any other time in my life, I would've assumed it to be the cat. Unfortunately, for the first time in my life (outside of living in a dorm in college), I am catless. But that is a whole other story.

You see, about two or three weeks ago, I went downstairs to fetch me some lunch. It was a Sunday afternoon, and I had come home from church and went straight to bed. It must've been one of the many times this winter I have been under the weather. Anyway, as I was about to place my Lean Cuisine pizza in the microwave, I saw a little gray streak of lightening bolt out from behind the refrigerator, across the kitchen floor, and push open the bathroom door. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh! Gary! Gary! Gary!" I screamed from halfway up the staircase. It appearred Gary had already had lunch and was napping himself. I have never screamed so loudly in my entire life. My daughter agreed that she had never heard me scream so loudly in her life anyway.

So... now we add a (hopefully only one) mouse to our list of house critters. In case you don't recall past blogs... we have had red wasps, ladybugs, fleas (the worst!), bees (second worst), a squirrel in the attic, something dead under the house in which the smell just finally went away, and now a mouse!!!

God sure does maintain a good sense of humor even after all these years!