Got up the other morning and wandered down to the basement to check the furnace. Had to walk by the desk down there upon which is an assortment of books, papers, pens, etc.
Walked back to desk and noticed that a book, my "Guitar Lessons For Dummies" had been partly eaten...well, chewed upon.
Either I walk in my sleep and was extremely hungry or we have a tenant.
I walked back upstairs and decided I'd tell Sue.....
"Please don't tell me you tried, yet again, to fix the sink in the basement! I don't want to see a flood....We'd better get a plumber in..."
"No, it's not that. I think we have a mouse in the house."
"I think we have.."
"I Heard you. DON'T tell the neighbours."
"OK...But what's that got to do with having a mouse?"
" They may think our house is not clean."
"Oh," Which is all I could think to say.
Now, when it comes to problems, Sue can always come up with a solution...Well most of the time, except for the fireplace incident....And I always turn to her for her expertise.
"So, what will we do?"
" What will we do?"
I like that..A question to answer a question....
"I'll tell you what we will do," answered Sue, "We call in an exterminator. "
" Are you kidding me! An exterminator to catch one mouse? Heck I can take care of one mouse."
Sue gave me THAT look...
"Did you not," she said," Say to me that you would fix the roof over the sunroom and did you not put a hole in the sunroom ceiling?"
"Well, I hit the roof a little too hard...."
"Did we not have to get someone in to fix the roof AND repair the ceiling?"
''And your point is..."
"And," She was apparently on a roll, now, " What about the time you decided, rather then pay someone to put up the drywall in the basement, you said you could do it....No problem. What happened?"
"I'll tell you what happened...You got the drywall put up but.....And I could never understand this..You forgot to NAIL the drywall up."
"Well, it was funny, " I said, "When one of the panels fell on you as you were inspecting..."
The look I got was not nice.....
Sue stared at me and I being all man, cringed.....
"Anyway, " I Said, " This bringing up stuff ain't going to solve our problem..Which is the mouse."
Sue looked at me and said, " So, what's your plan, oh, great white hunter."
" Think I'll go ask our neighbour if he has ever had mice."
"What did I say about NOT saying anything about the mouse...I mean, Really...."
"Point taken...So, what do you want me to do?"
''Other then call an exterminator?.....Well this is what we will do..."
Sue sends me out to the Farmer's Feed Store in Town with instructions to find out what is best to humanely get rid of mice and with specific instructions to NOT reveal our address.
Back I come with packets of "mouse remover" which I put in various areas around the house.
That evening, while watching the baseball game, Sue whispers to me that there is a noise in the cabinet over the stove.
"AHA," says I, " The mouse in the house is afoot!"
Sue just sighs.
We go into the kitchen and stand in front of the cabinet listening...
Suddenly we here movement from behind the cabinet doors.
I climb up on a chair and, gently, open one of the doors and I see, looking back at me..Yep....A mouse...So far so good.
Now, I see the mouse, he sees me and we stare at each other.
"Sue, I see the mouse."
"What's he doing.."
"He's staring at me."
"What's the plan..."
Plan? Sue asked me if I had a plan? I never have a plan, welI, any that work...... I had no idea what to do...
Meanwhile the mouse, apparently nor impressed by me, slowly moved and hid behind a tin can.
"The mouse has moved."
"Behind the tin can."
"What's he doing..."
"Well, he could be reading about playing a guitar...I don't know! I can't see him."
"Well, Doug, why don't you move the tin can..."
"I would have thought of that!"
So, I very slowly moved the tin can.....At that precise second the mouse, who obviously HAD a workable plan, runs toward me, jumps out of the cabinet, bounces off my head and falls to the floor .
Being shocked by this turn of events, I fall backwards off the chair, hitting the floor with a large bang...I lay there stunned. Not the mouse.....
Off he runs, around the corner, down the hall with Sue in hot pursuit.
I crawl to the hallway and all I see is Sue chasing the mouse and the mouse making a sharp turn, heading back up the hallway, around Sue and toward me!
Well, I had a plastic bag in my hand, that was my idea, not really sure why, but, I just opened the bag, closed my eyes and the mouse ran into the bag.
"CLOSE THE BAG...CLOSE THE BAG...." Was all I could hear Sue say.
I closed the bag. I had caught the mouse. Gee, I had a plan and it worked....
Sue walked toward the kitchen, stepped over me and poured herself a cup of coffee.
"What in the world are you doing?" I asked from my position on the floor, mouse in bag.
"Coffee break. I reckon I deserve it after chasin' down a mouse."
I staggered to my feet and, mouse in bag firmly clutched in hand, asked her what I should do with this "creature" who had tried to eat my "Guitar for Dummies" book.
"Well, it is cute. We could keep it as a pet. Or, you could take it out to the field and let it go.Your call..."
Needless to say, the mouse is now running free in the farmer's field....Wait a minute....They don't come back, do they???