We had a mouse in the house last week.
Actually we had 2, so we had mice.
It’s the first time that I’ve ever seen a mouse in our house in the 17 years that we’ve lived here.
I’m not scared of rodents. I don’t particularly like all of them, but I can deal with them.
Unlike spiders. I can’t deal with those.
My husband can’t, he CAN NOT deal with rodents.
So when we saw a little mouse run along the baseboard in the kitchen the other day he had a mini man panic attack.
At first both of us just stared as the little creature ran through the kitchen and down the basement stair. Then our mouths dropped.
I admit that I felt bad for my husband as he face went from a nice tan color to ghost white.
“I got it.” I told him as a I reached for a Tupperware container for an easy catch and release.
I headed downstairs closing the door behind me.
A few minutes later I came back upstairs and broke the news to him that I couldn’t find it.
He breathed in and he breathed out.
“Well the dogs are both down there. Maybe they’ll catch him.” he said.
“I don’t think that’s going to happen Honey.” I said.
Sherman’s not a big fan of rodents but I don’t think his rodent radar would even pick up this little guy and Leroy, well Leroy wouldn’t hurt a fly. Leroy would actually invite the rodent up on his back for a ride or a snuggle OR try to entice it into a game of tug of war.
So the husband reluctantly headed downstairs to see if he could find the mouse.
Eventually we found it and an hour later found his little partner.
Both were safely caught and released into the woods with no help from the boys.
So how about you? Do you think your dog would catch a mouse?