Recently, my AF moms and dads group was discussing mice and some shared a few of their more humorous stories.  It reminded me of one of my own and I thought I'd share...

When Jeff was younger he had a hamster.  One day while in his room, I heard a rustling sound in his closet.  I looked to find a tiny black tail peeking out of the hamster food box. Wasting no time, I ran to get my husband.  He marched upstairs with our two labradors.  He grabbed the box, dropped it on the floor and said "Get the mouse!", then looked at me...

I must have been on edge more then I realized, because in that split second my brain put two and two together and made 15, and I thought the mouse had run right in my direction.  Being the brave soul I am, I RAN. My dogs followed in pursuit, which only heightened my belief that a tiny rodent must be at my heels. 

I ran, screaming, down the stairs, through the living room, through the dining room and into the kitchen, where I could have rivaled an olympic long jumper, and landed squarely on the kitchen table.  I turned to find my two labs excitedly wagging their tails and looking up at me as if I had just invented a new game.

My husband eventually made it down the stairs through peals of hysterical laughter.  After calling an exterminator, I did eventually stop sleeping with a tennis racket.