There's a mouse in the kitchen...


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Last night we ate take out pizza. There is not recipe today because there is a mouse in my kitchen. This means I am not setting foot in there.

Yesterday I was sitting on my couch, eating my lunch. I was taking a much needed five minute break while the baby napped. I had just gotten a ton of work done and needed to let my brain rest. (I own my own business. You should check it out here)

So I was eating left over red beans and rice when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I looked again and saw a mouse scurry across the doorway to the kitchen.

I am ashamed to say that I was a cliche. I stood on the couch, screamed, cried, called my husband and begged him to come home.

Let's be clear. There are a lot of things I can handle. If I see a spider I just smack it was a magazine and go about my day. If I see a roach I kill it and move on. I am not afraid of clowns, or needles or the dark. But I HATE vermin. I see a mouse and I want to throw up!

So as soon as the baby woke up we left the house. Yes. That's how much I hate mice. I left my house and went to Lowe's and purchased $23 in mouse traps. Not the humane kind. (Feel free to tell me how terrible I am that I want the mouse dead.)

So needless to say last night Sweet Husband brought home a $5 pizza.

The mouse saga continues...