“The night before Christmas when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse….except in the Stone house.” That’s the version of the Night Before Christmas that I’ve been reading to my children. I knew last week, even after all of mine, er, rather Tony’s hard work to limit the mouse escapades in our house, that we indeed had not one, but TWO mice. I think the first one got zinged in the mouse trap under the sink. The 2nd one is still on the prowl. A few days ago I was kneeling in the kitchen to give Sammy a good morning hug as that mouse UNASHAMEDLY skidadelled a 90 degree angle under my cabinets faster than I could get my “eek” out!
I’ve had some humorous thoughts. Instead of “To Kill a Mockingbird” how about “To Kill a Mouse.” “Of Mice and Men.” Father help me, “Three Blind Mice.” What will I do if there’s a 3rd! Are these things reproducing!??? And to think when all this began, I had rented the movie Ratatoulie (sp??) – thankgoodness Sammy didn’t like it (nor did I…).