A Mouse Called Pipsqueak

mouseThere is a mouse in our house.  Maddie, Katie, and Ellie have seen it.  Marc and I haven’t, but we are inclined to believe in it.  This is a ranch house, after all.

Katie, tender (and dramatic) heart that she has, has named it “pipsqueak” and wants us to “make friends with it because God made all creatures to be loved.”  Blah, blah…blah, blah.  When I was a teenager at girl’s camp there were some young women who felt the same way about bugs, and I thought they were dumb too.

Anyway, I have informed Marc that tomorrow his mouse hunt will ensue, but what I really want to know is, how come Riley, who goes freakin’ barking ballistic over leaves falling in the backyard, doesn’t care about a mouse running through the laundry room?  Seriously.

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2 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    Marc said,

    I needes some new doodies. I always get ze dead animales doodies.

  2. 2

    Jan said,

    That’s because you are the boy, Marc. Find your inner hunter!


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