Mouse Story

This story begins at the end of December when I saw some black things on our carpet. I asked Tyrel casually if they were mouse poop and after he carefully inspected them, he replied that they weren't. I cleaned up the mess and went on with my life all the while thinking 'of course it's not mouse poop, how could a mouse get into our house!' Later that night, Tyrel runs into our bedroom telling me to hurry and get up because, guess what, he saw a mouse!! He for some reason thought I would help him kill it, silly Tyrel, but I just stood on a chair and screamed when I saw it run by. Needless to say the mouse escaped, Tyrel was annoyed with me, and I did not sleep well that night. The next day was spent with me buying mouse traps and my mom helping me search for the mouse. We tried to track it down by following it's trail of droppings and that trail led to my bedroom. (shudder) I placed mouse traps throughout the bedroom and bathroom but I am not an expert on mouse traps and put too much peanut butter on it. The mouse swiped the peanut butter and left new droppings in our closet. As soon as Tyrel came home I told him where the mouse had been. He shut himself in the closet, blocked both doors so there would be no escape for the mouse and came out 5 minutes later saying the mouse was not there anymore. I cleaned up the closet mouse droppings and have not seen any sign of the mouse anywhere in our house. We figured he went down the vent and died.
My story continues 5 months later.....
So last night after a very hectic night involving me loading up kids, doing a lot of running, and shutting off a linear end gun a couple times (don't ask), it was 10:00 before I got home and was settling the kids down so they could go to bed. As I sat in my comfy rocking chair giving Jaiden her bedtime bottle, I saw something run out from under the couch and over to Abby's toys. My heart jumped and I gasped. Abby asked me what was wrong and I didn't know if I should tell her the truth or lie so she wouldn't grow up being as scared as mice as me but in the end I told the truth and proceeded to tell her to get my phone so I could call Tyrel (I had to stay where I was to watch the mouse in case he escaped again). I thought my phone was in my jacket and she brought my jacket but there was no phone and I panicked. I told Abby to find my phone and she was running around the house saying 'I don't know, I don't know. Where's your phone mommy? Oh no, a mouse. I don't know, where's your phone.' (That part was really funny) Luckily I heard Tyrel's four wheeler pull into the shop and told Abby to run and yell for daddy, so she runs and opens our screen door and starts yelling 'DADDY'. He thinks she is just excited to see him and doesn't think anything about it, so I tell her to tell him there is a mouse in the house. She goes back to the door and yells 'DADDY MOUSE' and he still doesn't think anything about it so I tell her to tell him that it's in the house so she yells 'DADDY MOUSE IN HOUSE'. Finally we have his attention and he comes in right away. Just then the mouse runs by me again and runs over by Abby's other tote of toys and Tyrel comes to take over. We block the area with boxes so the mouse can't escape but the dang thing runs up the broom I had over there but luckily jumps into one of the boxes. HA, we have him trapped. Tyrel take the box outside so that there will be no chance for escape in our house again and I won't go into many details about how we killed the mouse but I will say that it involved a wheelbarrow and a water hose and the mouse is definitely dead and Abby is definitely scarred from the whole experience. She woke up at 1:00 in the morning and climbed into our bed while crying about a mouse. (oops, I guess I should have handled the situation better :)) With our luck, it was probably a different mouse too. (sigh)