Eek... a Mouse, and I'm not talking about Mickey!

So yesterday morning after Michael went to work, I was nursing Jack and my Mom was reading to Ava in the living room. All was good with the world... until... EEK, my Mom spots a mouse out of the corner of her eye!

Needless to say I am not a happy camper when she tries to tell me without alarming me too much. I am far from a mouse lover.. or even a mouse liker. So I hand Jack off to my mom and climb onto the recliner, feet up of course, thank goodness my Mom is much more calm than I am about the whole situation. After my shrieking stops I decide to IM Michael to see what to do. Of course he is at work and can't do much, but he tries to calm my nerves..

Well we end up calling our neighbor Tony, who is police officer but is home on leave for a few months after injuring his knee, so we thought he should be home. We are very lucky to have such sweet neighbors, as he came right over, and did a mouse inspection for me to try and find the little disease ridden critter! Unfortunately, after lifting couches and marble furniture, looking in closets, etc, there is no site of him! Ack! Tony tries to reassure me that that they are more afraid of us.. yadda, yadda, yadda... but gives me a hug and lets me know if I see it again to call him back, and tells me what kind of traps we should get.

So, the day goes on with no sign of Mickey.. and Michael comes home from work with traps.. and sets them. However bedtime rolled around and he was still loose, and I was not happy about the idea of laying motionless in the dark with the littler guy running a muck. Michael went back to bed before us since he had to work so early, but my mom and decided to stay up a bit longer. We were standing in the kitchen talking and sure enough, out of the corner of my eye, I see the little black dot charge across the living room, and into the closet! I of course start to panic again, run and wake Michael, he comes and sets more traps in the closet.. I place towels under the bedroom doors, and plan to reluctantly settle in with a light on and one eye open.

When Michael's alarm goes off at 5:00am he checked the traps, and sure enough, I could finally exhale .. he caught 'em!!! Whew.... The mouse is gone, but I am sure to continue to hear the jokes from my family and friends about how I "called the cops" for a mouse.