I was quietly drinking my coffee this morning, trying to wake up, when what to my wondering eyes did appear? A brazen little mouse scurrying across my living room floor. (I know, I know. It doesn’t rhyme. I’m a little rattled at the moment.) Not that I recommend it for a regular method but I have to say the mouse did a lot more to wake me up than the coffee. I also must confess – I was overtaken by an urge that for most of my life has not been a problem. I actually picked my feet up off the floor and cowered in my chair.
“Sister, sister!”, I yelled, “Where is the cat?!”
“Um, in the toy room.”
“Bring her in here… NOW!” (still cowering in the chair)
My friend M will be laughing at this point for the times I chuckled at her. I will set the traps as soon as I finish here (Yes, I intend to kill it.”) and as soon as I convince myself it’s okay to get down off the chair.
