I figured she'd chased a spider under there, so I lifted up the side of it and saw nothing. I shook my head at Yuna's dumbness and went back to the living room.
Another hour and she was STILL staring at the vacuum. Finally I give up. I grab a flashlight and look under it. Something was definitely under there, but I could not make it out. So, I move my bike and some other things out of the way and tilt the vacuum on it's side. There it was. A mouse. I did what any rational adult should do. I shrieked and dropped the vacuum and ran aournd the apartment flailing my arms and screaming "ohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigod!!!!"
I had to do something. Bren was not home and the cat was now disinterested in her new furry friend. Stupid cat. So I went back in, broom in hand. I lifted the vacuum and it ran behind the wooden shelves I have in there.
After a lot of moving things and screaming when it moved and jumping on chairs, I finally got it this far:

And thus he sits, waiting for my manly man to come home and rescue me from my girly terror.
The cat? She's sleeping in the dining room. Worthless cat.
LOL!!! I can picture this event completely! I used to live in a little farm house in the middle of a walnut orchard and our dogs would trap RATS! in the garage. We also would sometimes get a mouse that would get inside the house and dart around. I hate those little vermin.
ReplyDeleteThe funniest part is me on a chair with a bowl in one hand and a broom in the other literally throwing the bowl at the mouse and screaming. LOL. I don't consider myself girly, but I sure can get that way when it comes to vermin and insects.
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