The Mouse

Warning: This post has nothing to do with CrossFit, unless you count being able to get rid of the new guest in our house as athletic.

Well, being a new homeowner can bring some challenges with it.  For us that came in the form of finding a mouse. 

Michael and I were sitting on our couch after the kids were in bed when out of the corner of my eye I saw something move by our back door.  When I told Michael I thought there was a mouse he told me he had already thought he'd seen one earlier.  Which means, guys, that he let me walk around the house for the evening while there was also a mouse running around AND DIDN'T TELL ME!

Michael came up with a brilliant plan to get rid of the mouse that involved tipping our dining room table on it's side to create a barrier to force it out our back door.  Michael entrusted me with making sure the sliver of space between the table and the wall was closed so the mouse couldn't go that way.  Of course, when we lifted the towel the mouse was hiding under to try and get it out the door it ran right towards where I was and instead of making sure it didn't go that way I jumped out of the way, screamed, and let it run right by.

Seriously, what is wrong with me. I'm a 30 year old woman that is apparently scared of mice.  Logically I know that's ridiculous but when faced with the mouse all logic went out the window.

So, the mouse got away and ran underneath our oven.  Luckily Michael came up with another plan that involved getting it to run along the wall and then trapping it in a Tupperware container.  It took him less than a minute to come up with the plan, execute it and give me a look that clued me into the fact that he didn't want my 'help' again.

We're pretty sure the mouse came in at some point earlier in the evening when our front door become a revolving door as the kids tried to help Michael change the tires on the car.   However, I can't help but keep thinking I see mice around every corner.

I keep thinking about what I would have done in the situation if Michael had been away and all I keep thinking about are things that probably would have made the situation worse - like getting the dog to come downstairs to get rid of it - thank goodness that didn't happen.

The funny thing about military life is that I often have to handle situations like that on my own and  when they come up I always find a way to handle them.   It's crazy what you can do when you're forced to.  I even find myself thankful sometimes that Michael's job has taught me how to be independent.  Of course, I'm more thankful that for this particular situation I wasn't on my own and I had a quick-thinking husband who could handle it for me.