Today we went downstairs to our school room, just like any other day. Well, that isn't entirely true. Today, I was motivated. I went down there with the intentions of getting a lot of work done.
So I get my kids busy doing their work, while I clean. I moved furniture and vacuumed behind it. I dusted. I organized. I was feeling good. Well, as I was on the floor vacuuming, I noticed little black things on the carpet behind one of my shelving units. I take a closer look and I realize it was tiny, tiny little mouse droppings. My heart literally stopped in my chest. I sent Brad a text message (he was at home, upstairs. LOL) telling him what I found and how I was trying very hard to keep my composure. I didn't want the kids to know because I didn't want to scare them. I really felt if we had a mouse, we would know about it. We have a cat and she has all of her claws. Surely, if there were a mouse in my house my cat would have caught it right? Well, that is what I kept telling myself. Of course, then I realize if that were true, then I might find a dead mouse while I was cleaning. That sent me into a whole new level of panic.
I tried to take my mind off of it, and move on. I was doing pretty well until I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look and it was this tiny little mouse scurrying along the baseboard. **SHIVERS**. I guess I gasped because my kids both looked at the same time. Well, in like a nano second they were both screaming to the tops of their lungs and were standing in their seats. Julianna was actually crying real tears. I am not sure why, but I started screaming too. I thought about climbing onto Jackson's desk. Well, I am not sure what happened, but it felt like a big invisible hand slapping me across the face telling me to come to my senses. I remembered in that second of screams x3, that my baby is sleeping in the very next room. I guess I should say, WAS sleeping. Brad came running downstairs to make sure we were ok. About that time, the little mouse ran into the laundry room. I thought, oh thank goodness. There is no way out! We can catch it! I sent my kids upstairs, while Brad and I planned our attack. Meanwhile, that brave little mouse was just sitting in the laundry room staring us down. I guess I have never seen a real mouse before, but I gotta be honest, it was actually pretty cute. It was so very tiny, and it had the biggest ears.
We decided to just throw the cat into the laundry room, shut the door and let her "handle" it. Well, about an hour later, it was so quiet in there, we decided to check out what was going on. We opened the door, and Lola just came strolling out all nonchalant like. Brad goes in to assess the damage, only to find nothing. No mouse. No signs of a mouse. Nothing. How can that be? Seriously? The only thing I can think of is it went under the door into the garage? The crack under the door is very small. Can a mouse go through such a small crack?
I don't know but I am so creeped out. We set a mouse trap down there, but how do I know if it will work or not? I have a feeling I will not sleep a wink tonight. How disgusting.
For the record - school was officially over.