The House of Mouse

I wake up everyday at 6 am during the week. Why? My poor son's bus passes at 630 even though school doesn't start until 740. He's not the first one on the bus, nor is he the last one. So yeah, 6 am every day.

This particular morning, I woke up in a fog as usual. I stumbled to the bathroom to urinate. As I'm peeing, a mouse jumps..no... launches out of the garbage can and bolts straight out of the bathroom, taking a sharp turn down the hall and disappears into the dark house (remember, 6 am. The sun hasn't risen yet).

So now comes the tedious task of hunting down the little bugger. While I'm hoping for this mouse

If only...

I'm probably going to end up with this mouse:

Don't let those eyes fool you, he's a trained killer.

Of course I do have a dog. A mutt with terrier in him, but he doesn't use those natural vermin killing abilities and instead just sleep in my bed and chews my socks.


So lets hope that my endeavors are successful and in no way end up like this:

Not again!