We had a mouse in the house last night . . .

I have periodically had problems with mice coming into my house. I live near the beach and next to a vacant lot, so it kind of comes with the territory. I was awakened about 11:30 pm to the sound of Hanna pawing at the baseboards in the kitchen. Miss Noodles figured out there was something exciting in the air before I did, and ran into the kitchen. But while Hanna continued to look in the area where the mouse had been, Noodles figured out something was in a corner behind a box of garbage bags and a bag of aquarium rocks. After a few sniffs, she leapt behind the bag and came out shaking her head vigorously with a small mouse in her jaws. My little ratter. She dropped the poor little thing and Hanna snatched it up, convinced she had found a great squeaky toy. I managed to distract the dogs with a milk bone, and wrapped the mouse in a towel and took it downstairs, so it could die in peace.

Of course, the last time this happened, the mouse survived, and I ended up re-habbing it, and releasing it. His name was Elmo, and that is a story for another day.