Too bad they spread disease . . .

mice, that is.  They’d be so cute, otherwise.  One of the many drawback of living in the boondocks is the constant presence of field mice.  Last night, I was in the kitchen talking with DH when I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye.  I looked and there was a little mouse, peeking out from the other side of the refridgerator.  I said “mouse!” and it took off running.  It ran off into the laundry area and we were standing in the doorway, so it was pretty much trapped.  It kept running around like crazy and you could tell it was thinking, “shoot!  where did these people come from and how the heck and I gonna get out of here?”

So we are contemplating how to get the mouse out of the house without accidentally shooing it to the other parts of the house.  It peeked it’s head out from behind the laundry basket and made like it was going to make a run for it past us.  I clapped my hands and said “Hey!” . . .must’ve scared the little thing half to death.  No joke, it jumped 5 inches straight up in the air!  It was the funniest thing ever!  Okay, not the funniest, but really quite hilarious, we laughed rather heartily.

DH goes off to get “appropriately garbed” (which apparently meant 2 layers of clothing from neck to ankle) to deal with the mouse.  (Either he goes way overboard or I’m too dumb to realize that I should’ve been more covered up!)  In the meantime, I managed to get it to go out the door to the garage and I slammed the door shut, promptly blocking the bottom of the door with a towel.

Such a cute little mouse! Too bad they pee and poo everywhere and spread vile diseases.  Alas!