It all started the other night, we were working in the living room, putting things away and there were empty boxes all over the room. There was one box that two nights before had been filled with DVDs that I personally unpacked myself. I would have noticed if a mouse had been in the box then. The box, now "empty", was sitting on the couch and I went to break it down. I looked inside to find a little mouse. Of course, I freaked and screamed and Johnathan carried the box outside and tossed the mouse out.
I thought that was the end of it...however, I walked inside today to get busy working on unpacking some more items and getting our kitchen/dining room together, when I heard something near one of our boxes filled with pots and pans. At first it startled me, because I was the only one in the house. As I got closer to the box and listened I heard it again, only this time, I clearly could hear the pitter-patter of paws coming from inside the box. I knew there was a mouse inside. Just as I was about to turn and walk out, I saw a little mouse scurry across the floor. UHHHHHH!! Why me! I hate mice in the house. They are cute when they are where they are supposed to be, in cages.
Needless to say, I will not be going back to the house until Johnathan gets home and can work with me. I just can't deal with mice by myself.
We will see what happens. All I know is that if I have to live in that house, I won't be living with mice. It is now a battle between me and the mice.
We shall see who comes out on top...
(To be continued......)
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