Totally freaked out

~Sitting on the sofa last night with my laptop, I thought I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Looking up I didn't seen anything, so I went back to reading commentary on the debate. A few minutes later I saw it again--and then I saw a little grey mouse run across the floor in front of the fireplace. Mildly freaked, I nonetheless realized there wasn't much I could do about it at the time and, hoping it would go hide for the night, I went back to the computer.

~A little while later I got up to get ready for bed. My bedroom, bathroom, and a small office are off a short hall from the living room. As I was closing the bathroom door I saw the mouse run under the computer desk in the office. Expletives ensued, but I was still only mildly concerned. When I went in my bedroom I firmly closed the door (unusual for me) hoping to keep the mouse on the OTHER side. Alas. I was reading in bed when I heard some scurrying and saw the mouse trying to get OUT of my room under the door. More expletives. I screamed, the mouse made it under the door. I decided I might as well open the door since the mouse had been in my room anyway. It began to occur to me that perhaps there was more than one mouse.

~Too freaked to turn off the light to go to sleep I read for a little longer. Then I heard more rustling, and that's when I seriously freaked out. A mouse was climbing up the side of my bed right there beside me. Much screaming and more expletives. The mouse was as freaked as I was, I'm sure, but I wasn't feeling much sympathy for the mouse--or mice, I was realizing. At that point I grabbed my pillows and went upstairs to sleep on the blow-up bed in the spare room.

~Normally I fall asleep quickly and sleep well. But I lay there for a long time last night, listening for mice I suppose. I don't know what I would've done if they'd made their way upstairs at that point. Yikes.

~It rained really hard much of yesterday. I'm theorizing that they might have found their way inside to get out of the bad weather. I'm hoping that's it. I've never in three years had any sign of mice in the house before. Suffice it to say that as soon as my sermon is written I will be off to the store to buy mouse poison. I don't want to get traps because ewwwww--I'd have to empty them. Ewwwwwww. Supposedly with the poison they go back outside to die. And I have no pets or young children to worry about.

~Now I really must go write a sermon. I meant to get up early and start but I left my alarm clock downstairs, and after I finally fell asleep, I slept past my normal wake up time.

~Mice in the house. Ewwwwww. Maybe I need a cat.

~ETA--I clicked over to the comics and the very first thing I saw was this. LOL.