Or a live mouse!
I yanked my foot out of my sneaker and a mouse bolted out of my shoe and raced down the hall. I let out a yelp that if you listen closely you can probably still hear. I flung my shoe. It's still on the floor where I left it. Too freaked out to drive, Steve took Evelyn to work.
I'm still freaked out. The mouse is somewhere in the house. My blood sugar numbers are on a roller coaster ride. A reminder once again that high blood sugar is not always caused by food. Sometimes it's stress. OK, I am calming down. I need to go to the store to buy a pot roast and a new mouse trap.
Our old mouse trap, Cyclone, just got himself fired.
YIKES! Oh man - that totally freaks me out!
ReplyDeleteWe have a mouse somewhere in the house at the moment too. I'll be checking my shoes much more carefully from now on!
ReplyDeleteBetween you and me, I think Cyclone is a conman...or should that be concat? I don't think he had any intention of chasing mice.
Actually, I was being unfair. Cyclone is a spectacular mouser. He caught his first mouse at 6 months. If our other cat Neptune saw a mouse she would yawn, look at me and say, "I see you got yourself another pet."
ReplyDeleteIt's only a matter of time before Cyclone gets that mouse. He's been stalking it for days. I did set out a few mouse traps. And yes, dump your shoes. I always will for the rest of my life.