We have a mouse in our house. The second one this year! Damn things!
It's under our couch, the couch that my husband sits on. I tried to get it out. I say 'I', because my husband stood on the other side of the room, with a broom in hand (batting his long eyelashes) instructing me to move the couch left and then right. The little bugger is still there, so, my husband, and his eyelashes, are now curled up (yes, feet up)on my couch.
What ever happened to being a girl?
Anyway, there is one hell of a storm heading in here today, so we are locking ourselves in and staying under the covers.
Mouse update: The mouse is gone. My husband scared him off with those lashes of his.
3 days ago