Quiet as a Mouse

I really do live in "the Mouse House."

I'm pretty upset about it. One morning last week, I heard something scratching around in my closet, but I refused to admit I really heard anything (if you remember from my Godzilla the spider experience, I'm a very girly girl.) After all my mice go to sleep, I stay up awhile and staighten up a little around this mouse house. Well, a few nights ago, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It *looked* like it *could* have been a mouse but I sometimes see things out of the corner of my eye anyway, and it was really late- after midnight. (Please don't think I'm weird because of that. There are many more valid reasons to question my normal-ness.) So I sat there, mildly petrified, for a minute before I decided it was my imagination. Which is very vivid. (That must be where BigM gets it.)

This morning, I took BigM downstairs to wake Sassy up to tell her she tee-teed in the potty right after she woke up (are you as excited as me?) We head back upstairs to get breakfast, and I step into the kitchen and apparently disturb the real little mouse that lives in my house! He (it?) darted quick as a bunny under the dishwasher. We set up a trap and you better believe that is not the kind of mouse that is allowed in my house. I'll let you know if (when!) we catch him.