scritch scritch

So there I sit at my work desk, being quiet and getting work done and for once the husband is quiet too and I hear a scritch scritch kind of sound. I look about, at first thinking this whole winged thing is starting up again and doesn't a bird at the window means something dire? No bird. So then I'm thinking maybe my chair is brushing against the trash can and rustling the bag in the can. So I move the can, twice and still scritch scritch. All the while the husband says he hears nothing. But thee's that scritch scritch. So I tell the 'voices' if they are making that sound they better stop or I'll sic Rocco on them. Yes, I do talk to thin air. The voices don't answer and the scrtch scritch sounds again. Then, as I'm questioning my sanity I turn around once more and see the rim of the paper bag in the husband's trash can moving, undulating actually and as i look closer I see a small hand....


AH HA! We have captured the peanut butter cup mouse thief and he, she is in the trash can. Since the husband just PUT a bag IN the can I wonder how he missed seeing the mouse but the husband is not the most observant soul in the world.

Anyway, Mr or Ms Mouse and i head for downstairs where I let him out, outside, where a mouse can run free.

You didn't think I'd kill it do you.

In fact, the husband was talking about where was the best place for a mouse trap to be where I wouldn't see it in the morning and I said a silent prayer that is wouldn't come to that. Ah ha! Now we don't have to kill the blighter.

I'm ignoring the whole fact of when you see one mouse there are probably more. Let me live with my illusion please>