My wife gets home today and asks me where one of our daughters is. I tell her she went to a basketball game. She flips out and says that she was supposed to do some laundry and such...then calls her to bitch at her. Suddenly she screams and says oh my God, Oh my God. I'm upstairs and think my daughter has just had a head on collision or something ...so I come flying down the stairs. Turns out, a tiny mouse had gotten in the house...likely from the same daughter's friends leaving the door between the utility room and garage open last night. So I close the room off where the Mouse was last seen and ask my wife where all the damn cats are. She has four of them. I find two of the cats, and grab a broom stick to spear the little home invader if given the chance. Within 5 minutes, the cats are begging to get out of the room, in spite of finding the mouse interesting. After chasing the bugger back and forth for ten minutes, and chasing him from behind a desk, he finally hides in a bad place ( behind a shopping bag, and I deliver a death blow with my broomstick spear.
I put him in a bag and carried him to my wife, who screamed again and told me she is so disgusted by mice. I told her that I'm ten times more disgusted by cats. Thank God for my tactical flashlight - it was the first tine ive used it in a tactical situation.