Should I blog this?

This morning I was sitting here at the computer minding my own business when I saw a little bit of paper slip between the stove and the counter.

“how odd.” I thought.

Then I was sitting here a little while later and I was sitting her still minding my own business when I saw a mouse come OUT.OF.MY.STOVE!

I was on the phone with the school nurse when the sucker decided to pop it’s fuzzy little head out. I screamed. I don’t know WHY I screamed, because it’s just a mouse and I’m not afraid of a mouse. I think it was more because it was coming OUT.OF.MY.STOVE!

What did I do? I grabbed my camera, a chair and I waited. The camera at the perfect focus of the hole the thing came out of a few minutes earlier.
Well, I sat there for a good minute before I realized that it could come out underneath the stove so I got up and sat back down…on my feet. That little fucker isn’t going to creep out and scare me.

I sat there a little bit longer and I realized it could be on the side of the fridge. I used the beam of blinding light that comes on when you auto-focus the Nikon to be able to see on the side of the fridge. Shit, I need to clean my stove AND my fridge. No mouse.

I sat back down and waited. Hmmm. I bet that sucker is behind the toaster. I stood up and saw my reflection in the stove and FREAKED THE FUCK OUT. I jumped and started hitting the shutter button over and over. I got mad at myself of course for being such a wussy and sat back down. I sat and sat. Then like any crazy person would after sitting for 30 minutes waiting for a mouse to come out of the stove, I started mumbling to myself.

And then I did it, I became paranoid. I started thinking I saw it by the coffee pot. Then on the floor. Then by the knives. Okay, I need to calm down.

I walked away from the stove and sat down at the computer trying to decide if I should tell you this story. If I should admit that just a week before leaving for Disneyland I am plotting the death of a mouse. So as I am sitting here at the computer typing this I am doing so without looking away from the stove. The camera is on my lap in the on position.

Wait, why do I need the camera again? Do I think if I take its picture it will throw it’s little paws up in the air and say, “Oh, you got me! I will leave peacefully and never come back.”?

I’m pretty sure the Nikon has a button on it that will run the toaster, but I don’t think it has a “KILL THE FUCKING MOUSE” button.

I’m going to Target to get some mouse traps!