Monday, August 27, 2012
So, imagine my surprise this morning when she was playful, chasing her tail around the bed before the alarm went off. I reached over to give her a pat on the head, my plea to go back to sleep for a bit until the sun starts to come up and there it was, in bed with us, still alive and ready to run…a mouse.
I screamed. She ran. The mouse flew in the air as I threw the blankets. I turned the light on, grabbed a flip flop for protection and ever so gingerly tip toed around my bedroom in search of a mouse. It was frightened and wounded in the corner. I let Liza chase it into the closet and I sat on the edge of my bed, questioning once again if I am capable of living by myself.
I may never sleep again. Which is fine, it gives me plenty of time to think about how to get the mouse out of my closet.