Thursday, 23 October 2008

The mouse lives on.

Okay, last night we noticed that there was no bait on any of our traps, so we knew he had survived. I personally was hopeing he had gone to visit relatives in another house... anyway in the middle of the night I heard a noise in our bedroom-- THE MOUSE-- much bolder now, he was under the very large wardrobe in our bedroom. I was too scared to move, and my husband too lazy to go chase it.It took me a very long time, but I finally dozed back off to sleep-- I was awaken, by the feeling of something brushing me and I jumped up and stood on the bed yelling. Later to realize it was my husbands hand reaching for the hotwater bottle. Finally I calmed down and lay back down, but sleep was hard to find. I keep waking Mark and he got up at 4:00 and worked on his computer for a while.We went out today and got really expensive really good traps and set them. Please pray for the destruction of the mouse. It is too much for me to handle.

1 comment:

dorcas said...

Oh Deanna this is too funny! I know the mouse is not, but you are such a funny story teller. I hope the mouse is caught soon.