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There's, like, no good way to tell Jane this, but this morning, at an ungodly hour, unable to sleep, I was puttering about in the kitchen attempting to make coffee that didn't taste of tar, when out of the corner of my eye I saw something run from the laundry room to under the fridge.
Now, granted, I've been up since 3:33 a.m., but I've seen this streaking act before in a different house and I'm pretty damned sure that I didn't hallucinate a mouse. And it's not like the place is dirty. It was cleaned top to bottom just last week... I mean CLEANED: Spic n' Span, Ajax, Mr. Clean CLEANED... every nook and cranny. I'm thinking that with a sudden and severe weather change two days ago, the little bastard decided to move into the house from the garden or something. Plus, the laundry room houses Bob's dog food, so maybe he sniffed out a renegade kibble nugget or something.
But how the hell am I going to tell Jane? Mice freak her out. She's going to have a cow. And I sure can't house a dog, a cow and a mouse.
I mean, I can go to the store and buy a buttload of D-Con, but the sudden presence of D-Con will lead her to the same conclusion, and then I'll be in trouble for not telling her I saw a mouse.
What do I do?
