Back in May I was sitting at my desk, writing an article for this very website when I saw it, in my peripheral vision – a mouse scurry across my floor underneath my couch. And I screamed the house down. Eventually it was caught (and the hole through which it had entered was blocked up) but I’ve never felt the same since.
It’s a horrible feeling to have a mouse in your house, and ludicrous at the same time. The thing was tiny and was probably more scared of me than I was of it. But I was petrified. So I completely – completely – understand how this mommy blogger felt when she thought she saw a mouse in her son’s bedroom.
What did this mommy blogger do after seeing a mouse on her child’s bed?