Except I don’t…..I don’t love the sound of chainsaws and leaf blowers outside my bedroom window at 8am on a Sunday morning. But that’s what I got anyways.
My neighbors landscapers decided 8 Am on a Sunday was just peachy for them to start work.
One of the cats brought a mouse into the house last night. I was sitting on the couch and he got about 3 feet from me. I try and praise the cats when they do this, I know they do it because they love us…but he was coming a little too close with it and I kinda gasped a little which upset him and he opened his mouth and…….the mouse was alive….. and ran away! Eeep!
I yelled for my husband and he tried to get it but had no luck. Meanwhile I’m trying to fight the urge to jump on a kitchen chair holding my skirt and screaming. Except we have no kitchen chairs right now and I was in my pajamas.
We also spend a few minutes trying to figure out what to use to catch the mousie without hurting him.
Cardboard box? Dustpan? Magazine? Plastic Bin? We went with a large plastic bin and a magazine. I think the magazine was to shuffle him into the box, or maybe it was to get him so engrossed in reading an article in the latest issue of Smithsonian that he wouldn’t notice when we picked him up.
I don’t know why but I am totally useless with things like this. I just can’t do it. I wanted him to catch the mouse and put him out in the field behind our house. Only we can’t find the mouse now. He was last seen hightailing it into the kitchen.
Where he was mostly ignored by a couple of cats, a hunting dog that doesn’t hunt and another dog that couldn’t be bothered to wake up enough to come in from her spot sleeping behind the couch in the living room. I told my husband the mouse was probably going to have babies in our insulation….he didn’t think that was funny….at all.