Last night Im sitting in a chair in the living room reading my book and I see a mouse scamper by in the kitchen. I thought I was just seeing things, after all I am a lightweight and I'd had a drink or 2. I get back to reading and I see it scamper by again. Now I know Im not just seeing things bc Im tipsy. Let's just say that if i didnt mind mice, i'd have had a royal FIT! Good thing. I call into the bedroom at my hubby who is hogging ARFCOM, "Hey sweetie, I think we have a mouse. And we shall call him scamper." My husband who is not so sober, comes running into the living room. "WHERE IS THE LITTLE BASTERED! DONT WORRY HUNNY, I'LL GET'EM!!!" he goes around our house gathering these items as his mouse hunting tools:
Having gotten him off the computer, I quickly run for my fix while he is trying to take care of Scamper. I hear all kinds of noises, pumping, slams, glass breaking... You know, the usual sounds of a drunk man trying to catch something. I finally hear him say, "HAH, I GOT YOU YOU LITTE FUCKER!" Now I decide to see what damage he has done. I walk into our little kitchen, and see that the frig stove and dishwasher are all out of their holes. He looked at me with the beer in one hand and the hammer in the other and said, "dont worry hunny, i think I got him." Our kitchen got put back together and I still dont know if he got the mouse or not.