Mousie, Mousie....GET OUT OF MY HOUSIE!

Imagine this scanario, I get up to let the dog in for the night and what to my wandering eye should appear but a tiny little mouse running in fear. I squealed like a frightened little girl and pranced and danced around the room on my tip toes screaming a mouse, a mouse. Ok, so it wasn't quite that bad....but I'll never admit to how bad it really was! I watched it run by the dog food and I was pretty sure he was hiding back there. I got Bridget armed with a broom and me and my mop and we started moving stuff out of the way. We found it hiding in the bricks that lift the dog food off of the ground. We tried to trap it, but it jumped at us and I swear I heard it growl, hiss, and viciously bark at us. Then it essentially ran right between us as Bridget dropped her broom and squealed, but it ran into our kitchen pan drawer and was trapped. We again tried to remove one thing at a time and I grabbed a big cover to a veggie tray thing and as the mouse tried to bolt....I trapped it. Bridget slid the lid across the kitchen we made a one way exit out the back door. It worked and he scampered out into the night. We did some looking around and found that there was some enticing dog food on the floor so we cleaned all of that up. We decided, while it was nice that we saved the life of this mouse....we are going to set some traps around to see if we have any more little furry surprises! What worries me a little is that I am used to seeing mice come indoors for the winter, not in the middle of summer. This makes me wonder if we have more uninvited guests.

Look at those beady little eyes!