I want to leave my home and not return. There’s a dead mouse in my dining room. I don’t know how he got there, but he’s there and he’s right in the walkway between the kitchen and the dining room. I called Sondra to come remove him. She’s sleeping. I emailed Tim at work to tell him I wasn’t moving it. I’m halfway tempted to go get Matt from school so he can come home and dispose of the nasty little thing.

I put a bowl over him and moved him out of the way so I can walk and so that I don’t have to look at those beady eyes…I’m gross out, I’m disgusted, this is horrible.

I don’t know how he got there. He wasn’t there this morning while I was having breakfast with the kids. I’m sure of it. If he was one of us would’ve seen him…her…it…I don’t know. What I do know is that I don’t want mice (dead or alive) in my home. At least when they get killed in the trap, the trap is under the sink or in the pantry and I don’t have to look at it while I’m walking around in my own home.

I’m grossed out…this is horrible and I want it gone…ewwwww…

Until next time…

H