So I step into the bathroom a couple of days ago and happened to glance over at the tub. And what do I see?
What the heck?!
How’d that get in here?! THERE’S A MOUSE IN THE BATHTUB!!
Now, I’m not a goofy, irrational screech-er about mice or anything, but this itty bitty fellow did startle me. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen one in the house. I mean, for Pete’s sake–that’s what we have cats for!
They are suppose to guard us against this sort of thing. Honestly.
And then to think that mousey here just fell out of the ceiling or something and landed in the tub. That adds a new dimension to my peaceful, calming shower routine. Imagine me at 7 am—with soap in my eyes, shampoo in my hair and…
a teeny, tiny baby mouse on my head!! AAAAAAaaaaaahhh!!!!
I sense incredible potential for becoming a screamer on the horizon. I can see it very clearly in fact.
You, my friend, are fired. Clean out your desk.
I’m moving to Sparta.