A mouse in the house

This story begins Saturday night. A blood curdling scream was heard from downstairs indicating Summer had discovered a dead mouse. No Problem. (Except for Summer who was hyperventilating) To make matters worse Dad had the audacity to pick it up with his hands to carry it to the trash. (more screaming)



Later that night (midnight) I was awakened by the dogs barking like crazy. I got up to investigate only to discover Robert and Matt completing a saran wrap job on Krista's car. I saw a live mouse scurry across the mudroom(no screaming) and so set a trap (the only thing it caught was Doug's nose) but I guess I forgot to mention the sighting to the rest of the family.



Fast forward to Sunday night. Here is a (recreated)picture of the events I'm about to unfold...



Krista was in the pantry and discovered the mouse hiding in a corner with the brooms. She being the bravest of the brave since birth decided to rid our fair household of such a dreaded beast. But alas, she needed help! How she talked Summer into helping we'll never know but it is Krista, the master persuader. So Summer's assignment was to slowly remove the broom so that Krista could drop a bucket on the mouse. The intent was to capture the mouse in the overturned bucket until the manliest of men (Dad) could come and dispose of the heinous intruder or in true Roy fashion just let it live under the bucket till it died from lack of oxygen.

The plan proceeded but since timing is everything it didn't work out perfectly (at least for the mouse)


As the bucket was being dropped the mouse with it's very little brain thought, RUN!!! And as the rule is "he who hesitates is lost", he must have waited just a split second too long. Krista snapped that bucket down quicker than a mouse trap and "headed off" the plans of the mouse. This was surely a "tail" that captured you interest or at least an interest that captured a tail. Needless to say, we no longer have a mouse in the house and happy to say I believe our eardrums will recover!