Had a mouse in the apartment today. I was terrified, Geoff was off at breakfast with his mens group. So I hid out at Paula & Simon's and Simon & Honey took care of the problem. Geoff came home with some traps which we've set, and maintenance guys fixed the huge gap under our front door (which is where they think the mouse got in). I'm still a little paranoid, but I'm sure that will eventually fade.
Poor Geoff I called him crying and hysterical, "come home now! There's a mouse in the house". I guess in the future, I shouldn't be calling him and starting my sentence with "come home now!" Poor Simon, I'm knocking on their door crying and he thinks he's going to have to deliver the baby.
What can I say? Rodents freak me out.
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