Do y'all remember this post?
Even though I had been reassured that we did not have a rat problem, we would still hear the occasional scurrying in the ceiling and walls. I tried not to worry about it too much. Easier said than done. I am a world class worrier.
Fast forward to last month while Jeremy was home sick.
He sends me a text:
"If I send you a picture do you promise me that you will not freak out"
What kind of text is that?!!! I am a woman. We are born with the 'freak out' gene.
I respond back, "I can't promise anything" and then "Please don't scare me" and then "UUhhhhh"...because was was not responding back!
Then I get this...
Jeremy: "I rescued this little guy from Harley and Lola."
"It's ok. It was only one. Don't freak out."
Me: "In the house?!?!?"
Jeremy: "Yes. It might have got in from the back door."
Me: "ew ew ew"
Jeremy: "It's ok. He was cute."
Me: "No Jeremy, that's yuck. What did you do with him?"
Jeremy: "I let him go out in the alley"
I'm thinking that is not NEARLY far enough way from my house.
Me: "I'm not freaking out but I can't say I'm hunky dory with it"
Jeremy: "It was just one, might have wandered in here by accident".
The next day Jeremy went back to work. And when I got home from work that day (I beat Jeremy home by a few hours) what was Harley chasing all over the house. A MOUSE! I freaked out. I'm a city girl, I have no skills to deal with this sort of situation. One of the reasons I got married is so I didn't HAVE to deal with this sort of situation. Using a broom I was able to herd the stupid thing into the guest room and shut the door and promptly texted my husband.
Me: "There is a mouse closed in the guest room....but I think its dying"
"No telling how long Harley was messing with it"
Jeremy: "Ok, I'll be home real soon"
My night in shining armour.
When he got home, he collected the mouse in the cup again. I made him get back in his car and drive the thing down the street and around the corner to be let go in an open field by a creek. Time for that critter to find some new stompin' grounds.
Thankfully, we haven't heard any more scurrying noises since then. Mystery solved.