Sunday, November 7, 2010

The other day I decided to give the dogs a bone, so I looked under the kitchen sink

When I pulled the bone out of the packaging I was a bit confused to find that the filling was gone and the outer shell was only partially in tact

Upon further investigation I found that something had nibbled its way into the bag

Which then made me take a closer look to realize that the mess under my kitchen sink is this little creature's new home.

I wish I could say that the story ends here, but it doesn't. I wish I could say that I did not jump about six feet in the air and scream like a little girl when I saw the culprit scurry behind the bag of dog food, but I can't. I wish I could say that I courageously and responsibly took care of the problem, but I didn't. I wish I could say that the dogs will get fed regardless of the sighting, but I cannot commit to that. What I can tell you is that I am going to love my husband even more than I already do once our unwelcome guest is gone. Ahhhh, the perks of marriage!


  1. That's hilarious! The two times we've had a mouse it's been in that same spot. I cannot say I handled it any better than you did. I cannot even stand to set the trap (or even touch the trap).

  2. Well if you are anything like your Aunt Barbara you would set a humane trap and then release the little guy a few miles from home to start a brand-new mouse life. Hmmm, but I have a feeling this little guy's days are numbered!