Can we fix it?

Yesterday morning I pulled a bag of granola out of the cupboard and noticed a nice little round hole in the side of the bag. Hmmm, almost looks like a mouse could have done that. Immediately little chills ran all over my body and I became very jumpy. Then I decided maybe the bag got caught on something. Yes, that must be it. We've never had a mouse problem since we've lived in this house.

Fast forward to sometime in the middle of the night last night. I woke up to the sound of something. Sounded like one of the boys had snuck a toy into bed with them. So I went to investigate. Nope, both boys are sound asleep and that's when I realized that the sound was coming from somewhere in the kitchen. Now, most of you wise people would calmly walk into the kitchen and hunt down the noise. Not me. I was in my bare feet! "Jeremy, what's that noise?" In a loud whisper so as not to wake of the boys or scare the Thing. Jeremy stumbled out of bed and decided that the sound was coming from the ceiling! He bangs on it a few times, the noise stops and he goes back to bed. I run back to bed. I was in my bare feet! Jeremy assures me that we'll set some traps and catch the Thing and then he falls back to sleep. Not me. Are you kidding??!! My mind works the best at night.

There is a hole in the ceiling of MY closet. The hole was made before we moved in. It has something to do with the plumbing from the upstairs bathroom. Now if your mind works as well as mine does you will be picturing little creepy mice crawling from the ceiling through that hole -into my clothes!! Into my shoes! I'm home all day I'll wear what I wore yesterday and didn't put away. Thankfully I didn't put my shoes away either. Everyone knows you ALWAYS wear shoes if there are mice in the house.

Next thought. I really should have something to protect myself and my young if one of these Things should make an appearance. Isaiah thinks I'm scared of spiders. I'm not scared of spiders. I dislike spiders. If he sees me around a mouse he'll need counseling. Maybe I need counseling. Yes, I need to protect us. Tools. Maybe a hammer, or a broom, of a shovel. Yes a big heavy snow shovel. It's in the basement.

Next thought. If they're in the ceiling on the main floor then they most certainly are in the basement. What if they are in the ceiling of the basement?? I need a hat. It's in my closet. Won't work. If they're in the ceiling they have to be on the floor. Boots. Big rubber boots. I'd have to dump them upside down while standing on my bed so that if any of the dozens of little Things crawled into the boots they would fall out and run away. This could work. I don't own rubber boots. Won't work. Note to self, have Jeremy get me a sledge hammer when he is home for lunch.

Speaking of tools, here's a picture of Isaiah in his Bob the Builder outfit that he wore to Story hour on "dress like your favorite story character" day. Just a little reward for anyone still reading this nonsense. All together now "Boooob, the builder, YES WE CAN!"

I'm off to find away to keep Think 1, 2 or 3 from escaping out of my closet.