As many of you know, Poker Chick Brother moved out not too long ago, leaving this girl with a quiet evening at home alone. Or so we thought.
Something looked like it was on the floor next to our handbag so we went over to inspect what mess we made this time. Except this mess was moving. And furry. And it had a pink tail.
And so, the freakout began.
Next thing we knew we were digging out the only mousetrap we thought we had stashed in an old cabinet from years ago and going on YouTube to find out how to set it.
Minutes later we had successfully set our first mousetrap, taken one brief minute to pat ourselves on the back, then sat barricaded in the bedroom, blankets pulled up to our chin, looking all around, hoping not to see or hear anything. Needless to say, we didn't sleep much that night.
Married for years....no mice. For months the brother slept on the floor... and nothing. And now, NOW that the mice-catching men have left, NOW this thing decides to pay us a visit? Now, this isn't to say that a woman isn't just as prepared to catch a mouse as a man is. We're just saying that THIS particular woman happens to be a bona fide wimp when it comes to the crawly things. Why, why, why did this happen right when we were doing so well with the independence thing?
We were prepared for being a single parent, but we were not prepared for this. Perhaps independence is overrated.
Let's just say if we suddenly become yet another single mom with a cat, you'll know why.