Bekah and the Mice

Remember earlier this week when I talked about the mice in the January recap?

I've lived in this house ten years now. In ten years, I've never seen a SINGLE MOUSE until this year. And this year I've had ten years' worth of them. I had...what was it...four in January alone? And granted, for most of the rest of the year, I've had a reprieve.

Reprieve over.

Caught one last week and Dad came to throw it out.

Friday, as I was procrastinating the putting up of the Christmas decorations, I decided to move the furniture. (In three different rooms.) One room was the dining room. The table has been in the same corner for about 2 years and I wanted to pull it over to the other corner. So I did.

Swept out the floor under the table.

Decided to contend with a pile of picture frames that have been leaning against the wall for...a year or more now?

Pulled away a picture frame and saw a little...something.

I hoped against hope it was a cat toy. They have some that are freakishly realistic.

Just to be on the safe side, I put on my rubber cleaning gloves. The ones that go up to my elbows. I also put on shoes. I went to the garage for the garden shovel. (The one with the four foot handle.)

Came inside, backed up as far as I could, extended the shovel, and scooped up "the thing."

Y'all, it crunched. I about threw up in the dining room, but then I'd have had to clean that up and I do puke about as well as I do mice.

I scooted that stupid crunchy ball of a mouse out the back door and deposited it in the yard.

And yes, the cats are so fired.

Seriously!! You can't eat the mouse, you two?!?!?!?!?!?!!?