So today I'd been planning on posting about a bunch of bedroom rearranging and organizing that we've been doing around here, but I'm just not in the frame of mind to post about that after experiencing a traumatic event this morning.
Here is the panicked text that I sent to my sister.
Sorry that my language is so colorful; I was under duress.
Yes. A freaking mouse. In my house. Running right past my feet. I don't think I have ever screamed so loud in my entire life. All the windows were open so I'm surprised a neighbor didn't think I was being attacked and call 911. I heard the bathroom door bang open upstairs so I was screaming for Rob to come down because there was a mouse, and he yelled down that he was on the toilet so I screamed back "I'm on the table!!!!"
Here is the scene of the horror, and the vacuum where I abandoned it.
From my vantage point on top of the table I had seen the mouse run under this radiator by the front door.
I sat up on the table and continued to scream while I dialed the pest control company and then in my out-of-breath, panic-stricken voice told the lady who answered that I had just seen a mouse and that I was up on my table and I needed someone to come out to the house right away. But she said the soonest anyone can come is Wednesday, which means I have to live through the weekend and halfway into next week knowing there is a mouse (or mice!!) lurking somewhere in the house. I asked her what I should do in the meantime and how people stay safe if there are mice in their house and she said to set out traps. Oh-em-gee. Can't believe this is happening.
Meanwhile Rob had come down and was trying to coax me off the table. I told him I thought I'd stay up there until he finishes school in 2 years. He got a flashlight and shined it under the radiator and that's when he saw the hole in the floor that I told my sister about in the text. Holy crappers. An actual mouse hole. I thought those only existed in tv shows. I was still in compete freakout mode and was shrieking to Rob that this can't be happening because it's 2012 and people don't get mice in their houses in 2012. He was trying to calm me down and kept saying he knew it was totally gross but that I didn't have to be so terrified of a little mouse but I reminded him that little mice are what carried Bubonic Plague to all of Europe. (Ok, so technically it was the brown rat, and even more technically it was their fleas, but whatever.) Then at some point I started babbling about the cartoon Tom & Jerry and Rob was looking at me like I'd completely lost my mind. Which I was starting to feel like. Terror will do that to you.
I'm a little embarrassed to admit that in the end Rob had to hug me while I cried and babbled some more about how I couldn't believe we had an actual mouse in our house. Then I had the terrifying thought that maybe it had been a rat, which made me want to pack up the house and go to a hotel until the place had been fumigated. (Not that I hadn't already asked that we do that.)
Rob ended up taking me out to lunch for some "comfort food" and I drowned my horror in a bowl of fettuccine alfredo.
I still am in shock. And terrified to walk by the radiators. Or to go down in the basement. I'm terrified I'll see something like this:
I'm sitting "criss-cross-applesauce" (as my 7 year old likes to call it) in my chair right now to keep my feet off the ground. Please keep your fingers crossed for us that we make it till Wednesday with no more mouse sightings!! And without getting the plague...or rabies. Shudder.
A little while after we got home from lunch I passed the kids toy basket in the living room and saw this book sticking out. Oh the irony.