Tonight when I went over to have group scripture study with Kirsten, I had no idea how funny it would be. Not the scripture study part necessarily, but when we had finished studying, Kirsten started screaming saying that she had seen a mouse and jumped up on a chair as quickly as she could. Too bad I didn't think ahead or we could have caught the mouse and let Rebecca's talents go to work. Instead, we started calling every guy we know in hopes that one would be manly enough to help us with our little rodent problem. Steve is such a nice guy that he came over to save the day as soon as we called. When he walked in with a tennis racket, I knew we were in good hands.
Fortunately for us, with a little coaxing, we were able to chase the mouse out with Steve's tennis racket and Kirsten's broom.
Unfortunately for the neighbor, when we chased it out Kirsten's front door, it ran under their front door.
4 comments:
HAHA that's awesome. Too bad he prob has a tunnel in the wall from the neighbors house into hers. I think you should name him Jerry and fed him and protect him from Tom.
Ah, mice.
We dropped a couch on a mouse one time (accidentally). That's one way of dealing with them.
Ha! That's funny. BTW Steve's hot! I sure hope he doesn't read your blog. :o)
I would have taxidermied that little guy into the cutest outfit
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