Mickey Mouse

M-I-C .... see you real soon.

K-E-Y.... why? because we like you.

M-O-U-S-E.

Mickey Mouse (Donald Duck)

Come on, readers. I can't hear you.

Mickey Mouse (Donald Duck)

Ok, so maybe you don't like karaoke either. But please tell me you remember this famous Disney song. I'm not THAT old, am I?

Mickey is so cute, and lovable.
 People in America spend thousands of dollars to go visit him in Florida.

We don't need to go to Florida.

One of Mickey's long lost relatives has decided to make our laundry room his residence.

Or should I say did?

One early morning, upon waking and descending into the kitchen, I found a well poised sticky note on the door into the laundry room.

"I saw a rat in the laundry room last night", it clearly stated. Well, that decided that. No more early morning trips into the laundry room. And no after dark trips either. I certainly would not want to disturb the beauty sleep of our guest.

Being the amazing, terrific, fabulous husband that Carl is, a trap quickly appeared. I might mention, a mouse friendly trap. No reason to be nasty, right?

Then we waited, and waited, and waited.

Hmmm.... sometimes overnight guests just don't get the hint.

So out came the poison. 

A few nights later, a barely stifled scream emerged from the well lit laundry room. Abbi, my dear precious girl, innocently doing her laundry, was flashed. A quick check revealed, that yes, some of the poison was missing. Just a matter of time now.

Then one day, Carl entering the laundry room, was met by this sight....

Lovely, right?

Well, obviously Mickey's ancestor wasn't feeling too great. Instead of running, he just sat and watched Carl. The hunted watching the hunter.

(By the way, did you notice the length of that tail?)

To make this long story some what shorter, and skip some of the details best unwritten, the critter died and is no longer with us. Carl, being the kind loving man, allowed nature to take its course. Later, using a set of pliers carried the guest to our covered parking area and gently pushed it through the grate into the city's drainage line.

And by the way, Carl did wash the oven mitt!

PS. Critters galore. Last Monday during the community swim meet, a baby bat decided it, too, wanted in on the fun. 

Nice, huh?