Of Mice and Men

Last night I was in the midst of an Etsy listing frenzy when Todd came barreling down the stairs and breathless into my office.

"Honey! You've got to come upstairs! Now! There's a mouse! In our bathroom! Quick! Go get it!"

Hello Little Mouse.

I see you in there. That corner doesn't hide you.

Ahhh, there you are. My, what little ears you have! You're lucky Tiger wasn't here, because you would have been toast. Feel fortunate it was my big bumbling Henry who caught you and just wanted to play.

Here's a little carrot as a parting gift. Take it with you, if you want. Or eat it before you leave. Now shoo. Go find another backyard to explore. Without three or four cats.

My husband was thankful I caught the mouse so he didn't have to check into a hotel last night. :)

We are a good fit for each other. In many ways, we are very much alike. We like the same artwork, architecture, interior design and most music. We share the same religious, parenting and political beliefs. But when it comes to intruders on the homefront, we go our separate ways. I catch all the snakes, lizards and rodents. Todd handles all the large insects and spiders. I love my husband for that.