Creepy Crawly

Please read the blog post directly before this one for some contextualization.

Okay it is after ten.
My husband is not home yet.
I got a text from him to just go to bed.
I went into our room to make the bed.
It is where our guests were sleeping (with a child on the floor).
And I spotted Mr. Tiny Mouse.

I spotted Mr. Tiny Mouse.

My pride in keeping a clean house is shattered!
(Almost as bad as when we found the cockroach infestation in the storeroom.
My husband dressed like a bank robber and shot them with Roach till not a one peeped!
He thought I had exaggerated when I said I saw 50.
Then when he saw the teeming hive he said there was more!)

I have only seen one mouse but now the room is cordoned off with a sheet and two carseats holding the sheet in place.
My friend says that where there is one there is more.
We will go hunting either tonight or tomorrow morning.
Needless to say my life is not boring.

I do keep a clean house..........
I just live in India.

In case any of you are thinking I am "Zuper Voman" from the archives of my blogging gloriousness I want to clue you in to how I feel.
I feel like standing on the table and screaming REALLY loud, for a REALLY long time (how is that for a terrible sentence).  I feel a little quivery and jazzed up in a bad way.  I am scratching my hair because where there is a Mr. Mice perhaps there are lice.  I cannot indulge my desire to air my pipes in with a most unladylike volumized shriek because there is a birthday party (we already went) happening upstairs with some young 'uns.  I would hate to be the White Lady who scared them all to death (though I do feel they should be in bed already).  So there is the truth...  I am not Zuper Voman but I do plan to go hunting with my Super Man soon.  (I'll be the cheerleader maybe?)