There Is A Mouse In My House

There had been rumors that there have been mice in my house before this evening, but I had yet to see one with my own eyes. My roommate Meghan swears she saw one months ago, but this was never confirmed. Another time something in the pantry was obviously chewed on by what could only be rodent teeth. Yet another time there was a dead mouse on the basement steps.

Still, having mice in the house was abstract to me because I never saw one and it wasn't eating my food.

Sadly, this ended today.

As I was minding my own business, with pasta on the stove and the oven warming for the garlic bread I was preparing, a little brown thing with legs went scurrying across the floor from the door to underneath the stove.

I'm not proud of it, but I actually squealed, and said "Oh my god" over and over and over again.

Unfortunately, I still had to finish cooking my dinner, and then clean up after myself once I was done. While I was completing both tasks, I am ashamed to say I jumped at shadows repeatedly and imagined little critters all over the place.

Ick.

If there was ever a reason to move out of an old house and into a new condo, this is it. I just hope this whole thing goes through sooner rather than later.

::shudder::