Now I know why people stand on chairs.  Mice are not nice!

At least that’s how I see it.

I came home from a meeting to find my wife madly phoning for help.  From the corner of her eye she had seen a mouse scurry across the floor.  She was in bare feet so up on a chair she went.

The mouse was there when I entered, hidden in our piano.  And later under the dishwasher.  And now??

We set a trap, but this morning there was no dead carcass.  Last night I skirted around the trap.  I thought to myself – “this is ridiculous”.  Arising in my mind were all those fear emotions of hanta virus, rabies, punctured skin and who knows what else.  Three inches long (8 centimeters) at first sighting and now the monster has grown to well over 3 meters (10 feet) in length.

Now I know why people stand on chairs.  Mice are not nice!