Close encounters of the furry kind

While I was in Utah Tyler told me he thought there was a mouse in our house. And then I got home, I saw it in my laundry room. This is the second mouse we have had. I take it kind of personally for some reason. This is my house! I work hard to keep it clean. How dare a mouse come and invade my house! Anyway, we set out some stuff in the place we had seen mouse-ly evidence and after a few days there was no new signs of activity, so we thought we had them all. Until last night. We were playing the Wii together and we kept hearing this tiny squeaking noise. And there right by our fireplace was this little guy.

Tyler trapped him under a cup and took him outside. I thought I handled it pretty calmly. Until when I got home from the free movie this afternoon and found another little mouse near the same area. I didn't handle it as calmly this time because I was the one that would have to dispose of it. Although actually Luke did a lot of it, after which he proudly declared himself "Man of the Mouse Catchers!" whatever that means. Anyway, now I am feeling a little guilty too. I am the one who killed those little baby mice's? mouse's? (which is it?) anyway, I killed their mom. Not that I want them here and if their mom would have chosen some other place to make a home, I wouldn't have had to kill her. But I still feel a little guilty. It makes me think of a Disney movie plot, where the mice are in terrible danger and they bravely venture out to save themselves. Only in this case it doesn't end up happily. It ends up by being caught in a glass and thrown over a fence.

I think I've watched to many Disney movies...