Jennifro

Cup o' Mouse

What is it with us and mice? Two nights ago Nick, Chief and I were snuggly settling into 24, when we hear Natalie combust into hysterical screams, "There's a mouse in my room! There's a mouse in my rooooom!!"(x 50) Soon Camille is bawling her guts out--so I elbow Nick and he climbs the stairs to find the girls crawling all over each other on Camille's bed with frenzy in their eyes.

Chief and I stay downstairs where he proceeds to tell me about the time his kids found a mouse in their house. Picking it up by it's tail, Chief promised the innocents he would take it outside and let it go. Instead, he plopped the poor unfortunate into the toilet and, well, swoosh. Duty done, he returned to report that the mouse was safely let loose in the woods. Let this be an admonition in checking for "floaters," because early the next morning one sleepy son tiptoed in to relate that there was a mouse swimming in the toilet that looked a lot like the one from the night before. But I digress...

After the light was turned on, floor pillows kicked aside, and the dollhouse shoved about, the bug-eyed boogey mouse revealed himself to be nothing more than a two inch baby. Taking comfort in this newfound knowledge, the shrill wailing turned to manic cooings of "Ohhhhhhhh look Daddy! It's sooo cute! It's soooo cute! Catch it!" Try as he might, the father failed, and they watched it scamper into the boys room only to arouse more after-hour excitement. In summary: baby mice are without fear. Or, this one at least, has had very little (if any) formal training. He's been running willy nilly through our upstairs for two days. We've each taken a turn shouting, "Ahh! there it went!" Yesterday morning following his pre-dawn bathroom pizzle, Nicholas came to my bed and whispered "the mouse just ran in your room." Later in the day, Alexis and Camille found a mouse hole in the side of the linen closet and smothered the edge with cheese. Then, lying on their stomachs, propped on elbows, they proceeded to whisper and wait. Not ten minutes passed before they ran in panting, "We saw da mouse Jennifuh!" It ate the cheese!" Like I said, no training. Ate the bait as the giants lorded over him.

So tonight, when Nick walked out of the steamy bathroom offering a cup in one hand, and shrouding his bizness with the other, I was charmed to meet the brave little bandit. Won't the children be pleased in the morning!

Read here for the real mouse adventure.

http://jennifro1970.blogspot.com/2008/09/country-livin-this-morning-during-piano.html