We live in an old farmhouse. By old, I mean built in the 1800's. I'm sure back in the day it was considered to be quite a lovely house, and spacious too during that time. In today's world it isn't quite so lovely. For the most part it's comfortable, even though the floors are uneven and creak when you walk, the closets are sadly lacking, and the floor plan was not well thought out. Most days all of that doesn't bother me in the least. There is a draw back to living in an old house that is bigger than any of those reasons. Somehow mice seem to get in easier.
We have several cats, multiple mouse traps, and for the first time since we moved in here I thought we were going to make it through an entire fall/winter season without any mice trying to move in.
This morning I was happily going about my morning routine. Getting up and getting breakfast for Mr. Pepper and seeing him off to work, and then enjoying a few minutes of quiet time before the children get up. Everything seemed to be perfectly normal. Mr. Pepper left for work and twenty minutes later our dog wanted to be let in. I let him in and as embarrassing as this sounds, I went to the bathroom, still perfectly content with my life. When sitting there all vulnerable a mouse darted out of the closet and came running toward me. I shrieked, and lifted my feet. The mouse turned and disappeared into the closet while I whimpered in terror. I had to get out of here immediately. I kept my eyes on the spot where the mouse had disappeared and got up, but before I was able to make my escape the mouse darted back out and I found myself perched on the vanity, with another shriek echoing in my ears, and basically hyperventilating.
The mouse seemed quite oblivious and ran around the room exploring. I managed to get up and balancing myself on the very edge of the vanity I succeeded in my attempt to stretch far enough to unlock and open the door and then launch myself out of the room.
I was reduced to a pathetic pile of trembling hysterics and quickly emailed Mr. Pepper to let him know how my morning had taken a horrifying turn. He replied as calm and reassuring as ever, but it's still looking like a really long time before he gets home tonight, especially since I know that somewhere in this house, a mouse still wanders free.