I brought the kids to school and was quietly working in my home office. My dog, who barks at everything, was sleeping on the ottoman beside me.
Ah… silence.
Wait, what was that? I heard a noise. A small noise, but an unfamiliar one. If the heat were on, I wouldn’t think twice, but the heat isn’t on. I look at that dog, and she’s still asleep. I go back to work.
And then I hear it again. The dog is still asleep.
And again.
I look at the dog bowl, and what do I see? I see a mouse, staring at me. He (or she) is holding a bit of kibble and is happily chomping away.
I scream. The dog looks up at me with one eye open. What is she good for anyway? And don’t get me started on the lazy cat in the basement. Isn’t this her job?
I run to the couch, where I just sit, panicked, for about a half hour. I called 411 to get the number of the exterminator. They can’t come until next week.
Last night, I saw this tabby cat on my porch. I’m tempted to let him in.
PS – I know it’s only a mouse, and it can’t hurt me. I know that one mouse means that there’s twenty more. I also know it’s living in my house. NONE OF THIS IS HELPING.
