"Mom, where's some gloves!"
"What do you need them for?"
"Just tell me where some are!"
"They're in the closet, in the bin marked, 'gloves'."
I know, I'm an enigma.
Turns out Conner was panicking because John had discovered a mouse in our house. Yes, I am aware that sounds like the beginning of a Dr. Seuss book. But come one, a mouse?
First, it was these guys...
It started a year ago when chipmunks tried to get into our dryer vent. Come summer, they simply used the door.
But today, it was this little guy...It took a little doing (and a little destruction)...But John finally caught him.He took the poor thing to the Nature Park, to join our former pet chipmunks Mr. Fluffy and his brother Darryl. (Unfortunately, his other brother Darryl succumbed to internal injuries.)
Where, oh where was the cat? you might ask. I know I did. Once the ruckus had died down and the mouse was safely ensconced in his plastic bag, The Huckster finally sauntered out from taking a nap and was all like, "What?"He is so getting fired.
March 30, 2012
1 year ago