Mouse-anoid!!!!!!

Ugh. I hate even writing this post! Today when I went into the garage to throw something away, I was ATTACKED by a mouse. It was a gigantic, rabid, ferocious thing. Okay, so maybe it was small, timid, and harmless (and five feet away from me...but still).

I screamed, slammed the door into the house and ran for the nearest chair. Yes, it is true. I ran to a chair for something that was completely shut away from me. I called Joe (boy, talk about reinforcing the helpless woman image I gave off during my flat tire post) and he came home from work to save me. You know, my mom was always scared of mice when I was a kid, but she was brave and never showed her fear. Not I. My poor children.

He and Lizzie were able to flush the little bugger out of it's hiding spot and out of the garage. I then made Joe check the whole basement for any signs of miceage (mainly in the food storage room and the laundry room) but he found no tracks of anything. I guess we're safe for now. We figure the mouse ran into the garage when the kids left the door to the backyard open.

Thank goodness we're moving...

Lizzie loves to help her dad look for mice/bugs/etc. Guess I haven't scarred her yet

Checking under the car
Um, Joe took the camera away from me to take a shot of my position, lol. I "supervised" from the car.