The Story Begins…

When my dear friend Sarah handed me a package of crackers to take on the plane back to Brazil last week. You remember the ones Sarah, that your daughter was eyeing hungrily? I ate most of the package at the airport, and tossed the rest in my big grandma purse. When I arrived home, I spent my time soaking up my family, unpacking, celebrating our SIXTH wedding anniversary ( I love you Michael), tearing apart our back room, and getting back to normalicity.

The bag was left unpacked behind my bedroom door. Forgotten.

Until Last night.

If you have been keeping up with us, my last post, casually mentioned our little mice problem.

There is nothing casual about it anymore.

After finding two beginings of nests. A.K.A. – a place where a mama mouse plans on having 20 baby mice in, upon moving our couch/bed in the livingroom, I found our mattress being shredded to peices, among a ton of mouse poop. Lovely.

Don’t worry we are investing in a ton of poison for these animals.

The story of the crackers ends at 3am. I awake to hear a crunching sound. A very loud crunching sound. At first I believed this to be Gabriella or Caleb eating in our room. WHAT? I sit up, and see nothing. The crunching gets louder, and then I remember my Grandma purse! Oh no! I reach for Michael. He isn’t there. He is in the backroom staining. STILL?

I cry out for him, afraid to open the door. He doesn’t hear me. I yell for him again. Still nothing. Finally I scream for him. He comes running, possibly believing that my water broke or something.

I told him to open the door slowly. And to get that Grandma bag OUT of my house.

Now I was imagining atleast 20 mice in that bag. But when he took it outside, only one mouse was gorging on Sarah’s snack, and making itself a little home in my grandma bag. Yuck.

According to Michael, the mouse committed suicide, by flinging itself over the railing. I don’t concur. That mouse can climb. He will be back.

Which is the very reason why I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. I remembered that delicious banana bread that I snacked on before falling asleep, on my bed. ( forgive me I am 8 months pregnant!) If the mouse can climb walls, surely he can climb up on my bed. Ugh. Then I began thinking of my kids. Did I wash their faces and hands before tucking them in, or would they smell like a yummy snack to some mouse roaming in the middle of the night?

I need help. Seriously.