Definitely NOT Mickey - the short version

I visited my parents not too long ago for a little over a week. When I came back home I brought my niece with me. It was late when I got in (around 10p), and I just wanted to go to bed. I brought Savannah in laid her on the couch b/c she had fallen asleep in the car, and then started hauling in "stuff." Luggage, toys, yadda, yadda. I took toiletries in the bathroom (in the dark), and then realized I had to "go" to the bathroom, so I turned on the light and went to use the toilet when I saw something in the toilet. I thought it was just debris from not being used, so I looked CLOSER, only to realize it was a DEAD MOUSE!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!! I jumped about 10 ft. straight up, covered my mouth and went screaming to the back of the house. (Yeah, and I was the adult in the house!) What does one do in a situation like this?? CALL MOM!! Which I did. I am not ashamed to say I was flipping out.

(Aren't you glad this is one moment I didn't care to capture in Kodak!)

I knew I couldn't flush it - I couldn't get near that commode - so I was going to leave it til morning and call my pastor. I know that sounds terrible, but he always says, if you need anything let us know. Well, I considered this a need!!



I went back in the bathroom to get what I had put on the counter, and I was going to shut the door. I don't know what possessed me but I decided to look in the tub, out of curiosity - looking back I wish I wouldn't have done that! There was a dead mouse, all rigor mortised, laying there with lots of little black things by it (I didn't know if they were things eating it, or turds - later found out they were turds, but at the time I didn't want to take a closer look!). Same scene took place. Jumped 10 ft. in the air, covered mouth and screamed and screamed and screamed. Then I told myself to put on my big girl pants, get in there, and get the stuff off the counter. I could barely move I was so stiff, but I did it. I shut the door and thought - breath. Ok, I just wanted to go to bed. And that's when I saw it -- TURDS ON MY BED -- AND MY PILLOW!!! AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Flipped out again. Shut my bedroom door and thought, ok - we can sleep on the couches and clean this up in the morning and that's when I saw it - little gifts left on the couches, counters, and the hallway.



Enough's enough! I told Savannah to put back on her shoes we were going to a hotel. Yeah, the nearest hotel, just a "little" ways down the road, but I did not care! I packed back up the car and we were on the road again. UGH!! Not the best welcome home that's for sure!



The next day my sister and her family came up. Her and her husband helped clean and bait traps and the whole nine yards. I'm still jumpy. I shut my toilet seat after EVERY use! I check all traps upon entering a room. No more - dopey, dopey, doe! just walking into a room. Oh no! There is must apprehension and detective action taken!



Friday, I came home after 9, checked all the traps, and after breathing a saw of relief I was walking through the kitchen when I caught something out of the corner of my eye, and my heart did one of those freak-out flip-outs!! Below is what I saw ... what are the odds???





only 2 me!