After the Halloween season, we were at Target and my boys found these fake mice in the clearance aisle. They begged to get them so they could play tricks on their Aunt Alice with them. They did play tricks on her. They put one under her sink and she sat at the dining room table and wouldn't move for 1 hour until her husband came home from work. They were so pleased with their clever trickery, that they decided that if once is good, more is better. To this day I find these mice in the strangest places. I have found them in my kitchen drawers, on top of knobs, in my shoes. They squeal with delight every time I find one. Even though I know they are fake, I can barely pick them up. They are made from a horrible, rubbery, slimmy material. I shudder every time I do. I had a pet tarantula growing up and I have always wanted a snake. Things usually don't get under my skin, but mice, ughhh! When we first moved into this house there was evidence there had been mice. We live on over two acres and we are surrounded by pasture so it really is the country. Ever since then I have been VERY paranoid.
So this brings me to part II of the story. My husband has watched me become immersed in my art over the last little while. After the kids are in bed I sit and my desk and hardly move an inch. My desk was a complete mess. Paper, ink, watercolors, discs and hot cocoa cups cover the desk and the surrounding areas. One morning last week I arose and was putting away my laptop so before the kids could get it. I looked down and saw something that looked suspiciously like mice droppings. I began to panic. Out came the bleach and rags. I found more droppings. I began scrubbing floors and baseboards, and trying to clean the house in a frenzy. When Diamond returned from work he walked in and looked around. He seemed pleased at the progress. I frantically told him of my discovery. I told him they looked quite large so they might be rats. I really was hyperventilating and wondering how fast we could sell the house. He shook his head and said, "so I made them too big, huh?" AGHHHHHH! I was so relieved that I couldn't be that mad. He had taken the brownies I had LOVINGLY made for him the night before and created little droppings for me to discover. "Well, it motivated you to clean your office!" He laughed. We will see who gets the last laugh. I will keep you posted on what I decide to do for payback!
