I survived the mighty mouse!

I am this close to giving up my weekends at the lake! Before I begin this story, you should know that I am NOT what you would call an outdoorsy girl. I love to be out in the sun, will get dirty and sweaty but I am by no means a nature lover. I don't do animals, weird bugs, etc etc...unless they are domesticated!

So I get to the lake house and it has been empty for about 3 weeks or so at this point. I crawl through the spider webs (ikk) and get inside with my dog and all my junk. I am puttering around putting stuff away and my dog is just kind of doing the same, checking things out. So finally I sit down, turn on American Idol and just start chillaxin' when I hear her. My dog is growling at...something. I tentatively go investigate. I find her pacing in front of a dresser in the first bedroom. Immediately I am on guard and ready to jump on the closest bed if need be :O Then the reality sets in that I am the ONLY adult here and that if I want whatever is behind that dresser out, I am going to have to be the one to do it! SHIT! I consider ignoring it...but quickly realize I will never sleep a wink so it is time to act. Now I am thinking this is going to be a snake under here which is seriously the WORST possible scenario. So as fast as I can, I pull one corner of the dresser out and then run away...my dog sniffs it out but nothing. So I repeat this process about 5 more times until the dresser is completely away from the wall. Still nothing. Oh god, is it under the damn thing? There is NO WAY I am getting on my hands and knees to look under there, way to dangerous, so I literally flip the damn thing over (and run again). Nothing! There is nothing under there at all. I was so relieved! And mad at my dog for scaring me for nothing. But mostly relieved.

I put everything back and retire back to the couch. I try to coax my dog out here with me but no such luck. She is walking around the entire house sniffing everywhere. NOT making me feel at ease! She finally joins me in the living room so I relax again. This is very short lived! Two minutes later she is doing her little "I found something" dance back and forth in front of the couch that I AM SITTING ON! SHIT SHIT! I throw my laptop and jump across the room! After a minute I compose myself and think, maybe this is another false alarm. So armed with this new mindset, I toughen up! I open all the reclining parts of the couch so my dog has easier access...and so I can see. I quietly get down on all fours and look all round. Nothing! Oh thank god. Wait, spoke to soon! As soon as I thought I was safe I see a mouse run from one end of the couch to the other. Ahhhhhhh, I never moved so fast in my life. I think I jumped straight up like a cat, landed on my feet, and hopped onto the other couch. Somehow I grabbed my cell phone in the process. BTW, this is when being a lesbian seriously sucks. I really need a man right now! I call the closest thing I have to a man in my life....my best friends husband Joe!

I quickly explain the situation and await instruction. I don't know what I think he is going to be able to do 100 miles away, but he remains calm and is helping me stay that way! My BFF on the other hand is laughing at me in the background. I will get her for that, but not now! An idea, Joe has an idea! Open the front door and back door and try to chase the mouse out....WHAT??? I am not chasing that mouse anywhere! But I have no other options. So I go through the house and close all the interior doors and open the exterior ones. Then I go about moving the couch around. I pretty much use the same process as I did with the dresser. Pull it a few inches and then run, pull the other side a few inches and then run. Well during my 2nd or 3rd run, my dog goes running after something. I scream and jump on the other couch. I am really helpful! Joe is still on the phone, and my BFF still laughing. Not cool! Shit, now I do not know where the damn mouse went, but it is not under the couch anymore.

I proceed to turn every chair or couch in the living room upside down...no mouse to be found. Joe says he must have run outside. While I like this theory, I would be much more comfortable with it if I SAW the mouse run outside. Now I just have to assume, oh geeez! Well I looked around everywhere, as did my dog, and I couldn't find anything. So I closed the doors and put the furniture back in place. My dog did not give up that easily but after about an hour she finally ceased her investigation of the place. I guess if her nose can't find the thing then maybe it really is gone. Tomorrow I am off to get mouse traps...just in case! Wish us luck, we have 6 more days here!!!