Ok, I think I am finally calming down. While I was giving the kids showers Rica, our dog, was really wound up and I couldn't figure it out, thought maybe something was in the house that shouldn't be, but Peter the fat cat was asleep in his chair, so I thought Rica was just wound up because we were gone all day and she had been outside. Got the kids showered, teeth brushed, and Stephs hair dried and off to do our night time routine upstairs. I come downstairs and am picking up the clothes and towels from the showering and there is a little black lump in the shower room - go to look at it closer and it is a little mouse. Ugh - here we go again. Peter the FAT cat is always brining in critters - shrews, mice, birds, humming birds, baby rabbits, a flying squirrel, a baby flying squirrel, even an owl once (dont' ask me how that one happened). So here I am chasing this mouse around the laundry room/shower room and Rica gets herself off the bed and comes to participate, we both are chasing and being chased by this nervy little mouse, Rica gets bit on the nose, yelps and starts bleeding, I finally catch the stupid little thing and out the door it goes. As much as I hate them, I don't think I could kill them. I really have become quite good at the catch and release program of critters...But OH I don't like it. Why does Peter only do this when my husband is out of town???
Erin
Mom to three wonderful 7th graders!
The time is flying by.
Mom to three wonderful 7th graders!
The time is flying by.