My husband saw the mouse last night. Apparently it is small, gray and has big pointy ears. He kept emphasizing the big pointy ears. The way my husband described them, they sounded a little bit like bat ears. Maybe we have a mouse-bat hybrid?
Anyway, at around 3:30 this morning my husband awoke with a jerk and leapt out of bed. I was also jerked awake and asked him what was wrong. It took him a few seconds to compose himself and then he said that he thought the mouse had crawled up his pajama top. Say wa?? Well, it turns out after the night he had, he had mouse on the brain.
This morning at around 2:30 (my husband is a night owl like you wouldn’t believe) he heard rustling in the kitchen. He saw the mouse-bat and the chase ensued. The mouse-bat ran along the kitchen counters, while my husband chased it with a pan. He thought he would trap it under the pan and then take it outside. This was probably very funny–wap, wap, wap as the mouse-bat effortlessly dodges the pan. Then the mouse-bat disappeared up into a big opening on the front of the stove that we never knew existed before. My husband stood in wait, expecting it to come out of the same opening. But no. A few minutes later the mouse ran out from *under* the stove and ran out of the kitchen, into the dining room and into Girlfriend’s bedroom. Girlfriend actually sleeps with us, so she wasn’t in there. My husband said that the mouse-bat then crawled under her dresser and into the sock drawer (he could hear it). He waited for a bit and then opened the sock drawer–and the mouse-bat ran out of the sock drawer somewhere else. I realize that the story ends here for me. I don’t remember where the critter went. So, my husband gave up and came to bed, only to dream of mouse-bats crawling up his shirt.
I have to say, at this point, how proud I am that Girlfriend seems to be carrying on the tradition I started when I was a child.
Anyway, my question is: do you think the Olympic Committee will accept Mouse-Bat Chasing as a new sport? It would totally go over with the surfer/snow boarding set and could be a winter or a summer even. The uniform could be modeled after my husband’s pjs: tops that don’t match the bottoms, with a combo snowman pattern and moon and stars pattern. The hat could be modeled after a night cap. Dude! The money from the clothes alone would pay for Girlfriend’s college anywhere, don’t you think?
Oh my gosh! I just laughed and laughed at the mouse case story! Ha! I love the fact that girlfriend is keeping up with the family tradition…mouse in drawer and all. The mouse must be Brambly Hedge’s own litte Shell visiting from the marsh!
Oh, that could be such an excellent sport to watch – think greyhound racing but with frazzled men. I am always amazed how brave they are when THEY see it but when we see it, we are either mad, delusional, or cowardly custard, hmmmmmmmm. Actually teams of men could compete, with the little mouse starting things off and then safely taken from harms’ way, as the men would have forgotten the mouse in the first few minutes and would be crashing about determined to sort things out. Actually I think I need a mouse to keep the man busy…
First, ew.
Second, you must watch the first season of How I Met Your Mother (it’s out on DVD). There is an entire mouse-bat episode.