So, last weekend, Ryan and I were watching a movie and could hear something rolling around. Naturally we thought it was a child out of bed...not the case. (For once I might add!) So Ryan went to ivestigate. It sounded like it was under the washer and dryer...where after a couple of minutes I remembered that a couple of Sour Ball candies had escaped to a few months ago. So, we decided that it must be a mouse. A few days went by and we hadn't heard any other unusual sounds so we sort of forgot about it.
Well, on Tuesday, I had been to Mia's pre-school to help out and when we got home I, the pregnant bellied lady, had a visit from the "Tinkle Fairy", so into the little bathroom I went. I looked into the toilet to find what looked to be a KID poop left for me (which happens often! So gross!). After looking once more I realized that this kid poop was clinging to the side of the toilet bowl (HOLY TALENTED POOPERS!). Then, I realized that this kid poop had a thin tail protruding from it......................uh, not a kid poop, a MOUSE! Luckily Ryan was home, as I quickly backed away saying,"Uhh, there's a mouse in the toilet!" (Ryan said he was so proud of me that I didn't run away screaming and sqealing!)
So, my super smart, calm hubby went into the bathroom to see for himself and decided to close the lid until we knew what we would do. I could see the idea of the "Jedi Burial" memories from his mission flashing through those eyes, which I quickly dismissed for him. (JEDI BURIAL DEFINITION: While in the Phillipines, these oh so mature 19-21 year old boys, uh I mean men, would pour alcohol on these poor little mice, then light them on fire and watch them run around their apartment.) He came up with the better option of giving that mouse the ultimate surf lesson. FLUSHAROO!!! So, down he went, 3 or 4 times.
Now, each time I go into that bathroom, I have to check to see if there is a mouse in there and especially in the toilet. Mia, since she was home, is especially sensitive to this situation and for the first couple of days after would ask me everytime she would go to the bathroom (which is a lot by the way, that girl has a bladder the size of a pea!) to check the toilet for a mouse. Poor kid, traumatized for life!
So, there is our first mouse story as a married couple, first mouse ever in my own house.....probably not the last, but here's to hoping!