Eeeekkk!

WHAT DO WE DO, WHAT DO WE DO?

There’s a mouse in the house!

Do we burn the place down?

There’s a mouse in the house!

Do we get out of town?

There’s a mouse in the house!

Do we use dynamite?

There’s a mouse in the house!

Do we all die of fright?

There’s a mouse in the house!

Do we buy fifty cats?

There’s a mouse in the house!

Do we all just go bats?

There’s a mouse in the house!

Do we live in the yard?

There’s a mouse in the house!

Do we hire a guard?

There’s a mouse in the house!

There’s a mouse in the house!

There’s a mouse in the house!

There’s a mouse in the house!

Wait a minute.

Unless I’m dreaming.

The mouse just fled

from all the screaming.

Koontz, Dean R., and Phil Parks. 2001. The paper doorway: funny verse and nothing worse. New York: HarperCollins

 

Jules and Vincent have tried for three nights to capture the creature that has apparently fallen between my bathroom vanity and the wall. They've slept in shifts on the bathroom mat for just a peek at the pesky rascal. Vincent is bringing me his toy mice and leaving them by my bed as if to say he is trying his best.

The exterminator found these hiding under the stove today. He was quite amused with himself as he brought them to me and said, "I think I've found your problem".

Eeewww!