We all know that I love animals but.....
not wild ones that try to live in my house.
So I try to go to bed around 1am. Alan was downstairs chatting on his computer. I hear a plastic bag rustling across the bedroom. So I get up and turn on the light. Look at the bag. It looks normal. I grab the dust mop(we have hard wood floors upstairs) and nudge the bag. Nothing. At this point I'm thinking to myself, "Faye, you're crazy, go back to bed. Give it 1 more nudge to prove to yourself its nothing and go to bed" So I nudge the bag and VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM a little fucking brown mouse goes running. I of course screamed (not from fear of the mouse, but from something popping out of what I thought was an empty bag). Alan comes running upstairs thinking another centipede freaked me out. I told him what it was and he says, "I told you you shouldn't leave little birds food on the floor" and he goes back downstairs to turn off his computer. He comes to bed and falls asleep, where I sit there listening. I heard the little fucker bump into the wall and then it squeaked, and that was the end of it. This does explain little bird's jumping around in the night though.
So today after work I'm going to home depot to get some traps and one of those sonic pest repeller things. If that doesn't work, I'm calling the orkin man. This further proves my point that we need to get the basement windows done soon. I"m certain thats how the little fucker got in.
So I try to go to bed around 1am. Alan was downstairs chatting on his computer. I hear a plastic bag rustling across the bedroom. So I get up and turn on the light. Look at the bag. It looks normal. I grab the dust mop(we have hard wood floors upstairs) and nudge the bag. Nothing. At this point I'm thinking to myself, "Faye, you're crazy, go back to bed. Give it 1 more nudge to prove to yourself its nothing and go to bed" So I nudge the bag and VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM a little fucking brown mouse goes running. I of course screamed (not from fear of the mouse, but from something popping out of what I thought was an empty bag). Alan comes running upstairs thinking another centipede freaked me out. I told him what it was and he says, "I told you you shouldn't leave little birds food on the floor" and he goes back downstairs to turn off his computer. He comes to bed and falls asleep, where I sit there listening. I heard the little fucker bump into the wall and then it squeaked, and that was the end of it. This does explain little bird's jumping around in the night though.
So today after work I'm going to home depot to get some traps and one of those sonic pest repeller things. If that doesn't work, I'm calling the orkin man. This further proves my point that we need to get the basement windows done soon. I"m certain thats how the little fucker got in.