We got one mouse! Aw, he's so small. I'm real sorry to kill him. I was sitting here and I heard a pop! I went to our son's room and told him I needed him. So he got up, after some drama because he makes a small thing a big thing, and he got his little flashlight. I said, what should we do with the little body? He said, "Get a taxidermist?" Yeah, always the comedian. Anyway, we tiptoed to the cupboard, I don't know why we tiptoed, and he opened the cupboard very slowly. And there he was. Poor thing.
My son went outside and got the trash picker-upper. He had to add more drama to my life which I could do without by climbing over the wood fence around the porch, what little fence there is I mean, and I could hear the wood creak. If he fell several feet onto the concrete I would not be happy. I told him not to do that and by the time I finished saying it he had the picker upper and was standing in front of me. That's very irritating.
He used the picker-upper to pick up the trap and put it outside in the trash. I wondered if we should keep the trap, ew, so I woke my husband up. He doesn't have to go to work tomorrow so he wasn't mad. Not that he ever gets mad when I wake him up anyways. I wake him up a lot. I ask him if he's awake till he's awake, then he says why did I ask him if he's awake if he didn't answer. Then to make sure he was listening to me I shined my iPod in his face, only for half a second. He was awake. He asked me why I shined my iPod in his face. To see if he was hearing me, I said! Anywho...
He thinks there's only one mouse. If true, then the second trap won't catch anything. He said the traps are only ten cents apiece so just throw it away.
If I think of the disease on the mouse and think of it relieving itself in my cupboard it makes me a little sick.
Onwards and upwards. I have to hit the hay now. I was going to go to bed at nine, then I was going to bed at ten, and now it's 10:30pm.
I unfriended my church on my stupid FB page. Tonight I think I will not attend there anymore. I must find a new church home. God will guide me if I ask him to.
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