Flashback Friday: A Mouse Tale
Every Friday I dig into the archives and dust off an old post. If you haven’t read it, it’s new to you! The last 48 hours in the Franks household have been…interesting…to say the least. We have a winter-time visitor in our home. Yes, I know that I don’t normally use the V-word, but this is not a guest my wife was expecting, it’s a visitor she didn’t want and can’t wait until it leaves. Today’s Flashback Friday hearkens to a similar experience a couple of years back. Enjoy.
Nothing good ever begins with the words “Don’t…anybody…move…”
And yet, those fifteen letters are what started the entire adventure last Friday night. It was sometime after 11 PM. The whole family – sans the Princess – was up way too late, hanging out in the living room watching Monk reruns and playing on iDevices.
And then Jacob, our 17 year old firstborn, said those three terror-striking words, bringing the night of merriment and mirth to a screeching halt.
My wife, who has never adhered to those three words out of sheer obedience but only abject terror, whispered like a camper in a Friday the 13th movie: “WHAT IS IT? WHAT DID YOU SEE?”
Jacob had seen the newest guest at the Franks household: a smallish field mouse that somehow found his way into our fireplace, from which he decided he’d emerge.
At 11:30 PM.
When I should be in bed.
But I wouldn’t be.
For a very long time.