There really is a mouse in my house. There may even be two mouses in my house. When we went home on Monday night, a mouse ran across the dining room floor! AAAHHHHH! I screamed, scared the mouse and scared Michael.
I know he is just a little critter, but I hate mouses in my house. I grew up in a one hundred year old farmhouse, so I am used to seeing them now and then, but I was hoping that this farmhouse would not be a happy home for mouses. I was wrong.
My brave husband Michael is taking control of the mouse problem. We have mouse traps everywhere. He goes on mouse patrol at night, so I do not have to.
I am still trying to figure out which little bitty hole they are entering the house in. I know it is so cold outside that they just want to have a warm place to live, but they can pick somewhere else to go!
Hopefully tonight, there will be an end to the mouse visits and there will be no more screaming.
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