Micah woke up to find a mouse trying to swim in Simon’s little bathtub yesterday. He scooped it out in a can and sent it out with the trash before he went to work and then I sanitized the bathroom in the afternoon. It was disturbing to find a mouse in the bathtub, yes, but more disturbing because now we have no idea where it came from and how we can prevent any future invaders from breaching the walls of our fortress.
Also, when Micah told me what he had found, he told me very slowly. “There’s a mouse . . . in Simon’s . . . bathtub.” Which gave me sufficient time to fill in blanks before he got there. In Simon’s . . . potty. In Simon’s . . . bedroom. In Simon’s . . . crib. In Simon’s . . . diaper bag. So now whenever I go into Simon’s room or whatever, I half expect to find a mouse. Keeps me on my toes.