We’d been living in our little castle for only a few months when my husband woke me from a deep sleep in the middle of the night, shaking my shoulder and whispering urgently. “I don’t mean to alarm you, but—”
Suddenly he froze, completely silent, listening to something my still foggy brain couldn’t comprehend. “Did you hear that?” he whispered, his voice barely audible and his hand still on my shoulder. My eyes shot open and every muscle in my body tensed as I listened to the eerie silence.
My husband is incredibly calm and levelheaded, so I knew this was serious. I could sense him going into protective mode. I held my breath, straining to hear the sound that had startled him awake. Thoughts raced through my mind. Had he heard glass breaking or other sounds of a forced intrusion? Of course, someone would decide to rob our house. It looked incredibly fancy from the outside. The burglar probably assumed we were rich!
There was an immediate threat to our family, and my Mama Bear instinct kicked in. I knew the plan. My husband would be the first line of defense, while I would call 911 and stand guard from the top of the stairs. In the very unlikely event that the burglar got past my husband, I would do whatever it took to keep my sweet babies safe. No one was going to harm my babies tonight. I was ready. I was an unstoppable force. I WAS NOT AFRAID!
My husband’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “A mouse just ran across our pillows” he whispered in the dark.
“A MOUSE?!?” I shrieked, bolting upright and scrambling to get as far away from my pillow as possible.
“Shhhhhh!” He hissed, “It ran across your pillow onto mine, sniffed my ear, and then ran back across your pillow. I heard it fall off the bed onto the floor. I think it’s behind your nightstand.”
My bravery from moments before vanished as terror washed over me from head to toe. We were clearly in danger! That mouse had tried to attack us in our sleep when we were unsuspecting and defenseless. And it was still at large, plotting against us, probably watching us at that very moment!
I jumped on top of the cedar chest at the end of our bed and refused to climb down. My husband turned on the light and scooted the night stands away from the wall while I watched from atop my perch, scanning the room for a glimpse of a mouse darting out from under the furniture. Behind my nightstand my husband found fresh evidence left behind by our intruder, but the mouse had escaped.
I spent the rest of the night sleeping in my son’s room, dreaming that hundreds of mice were crawling all over me. It was horrible! And to this day I always check behind my nightstand before going to bed. I’m telling you, someday I’m going to be a one-hundred-year-old lady in the nursing home checking behind my nightstand for mice, and all the nurses will assume I’m crazy, but you’ll know why!
When we were house hunting for our forever home I made a wish list of things we were hoping to find, and “mouse-free” was one of my hopes and dreams. Obviously, that did not happen! Living in an old house comes with sacrifices, and dealing with mice is just one of them. We know to expect one or two with the changing seasons, but recently we’ve had a few more. Like, three this week. Because I always stay up late, I can hear them scratching and chewing, and it is truly a horrifying sound! So, when I was grocery shopping this week I bought the necessities: three different kinds of mouse traps, rat poison for the basement, two bottles of wine, and chocolate peanut butter ice cream. I’ll let you guess what purchases were for me!
If you see me this week and I’m absolutely exhausted with dark circles under my eyes and running late to everything, you’ll know it’s because I’ve been battling mice every night! They even haunt my dreams! And if you catch me in just the right moment, I might be tempted to stick this sign in my front yard….
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Have a beautiful (mouse free) day!