Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Terror in the Night
We had a home invasion last night. There was an intruder in our home. I never saw him, but I screamed. My husband remained calm. The intruder tried to get away, but, in the end, my husband had to do the unthinkable to save his family from harm.
Eric had to kill the intruder. He saved us from...
I HATE mice!!!
I was innocently relaxing on the couch helping my son with homework when Michael suddenly said, "A mouse!" Those two words sent me into a holy fit - screaming and jumping and getting off the couch and out of that room as quick as I could!!!
The next 15 minutes were spent with Eric and Michael running back and forth in our front room saying, "There it is!" or, "Do you see it?" In the meantime, the rest of the children stood in the doorway giving updates to their mother who refused to even look in the room - "It went under the piano!" "Oh, there it is! It went under the couch!" "It ran back across the room!"
The only time I saw the awful creature is when his lifeless body was carried out of my house on the end of the weapon that did him in - a stick. It wasn't pretty.
My husband is my hero. He killed the mouse, so we don't have to move!
Why something so tiny can make me panic, I have no idea. But, it does. Logically, I know it makes absolutely no sense. I try to prepare myself for the next time and plan how I will react with great calm and practicality. But, each time (trust me, it's really not that often) the reaction is the same. Pure panic!
It's a good thing no one had a video camera rolling. But, I figure my days are numbered on that one. It's just a matter of time before I'll have a house-full of teenagers who will love to play practical jokes on their mother. Then, there I'll be on You-Tube screaming and jumping in terror with peals of teenage laughter in the background.
Until then, my word description will have to suffice.