Saturday, December 10, 2011

She's gone O.J...

Hey Lifers...

So the other day the clowns and I came home from Karate class to discover the DW all freaked out by a mouse in the house.

For those of you who don't know, we live outside of town, and by fields, so we get mice in the house from time to time.

So the DW is all freaking out and yada, yada, yada. So I start going into catch mouse mode. Then I noticed this on the counter...

Upon my puzzled look the DW said, I was gonna stab it?

What?....OMG I've married O.J Simpson.

Now  I've poked a dead cat along the side of the road with a stick before, but never actually stabbed another living creature. Not because I'm squeamish or anything, I guess I've just never been in a situation that calls for me to pull out a knife with a ten inch blade and stab something to death. Obviously, the DW has. I could understand it if she grabbed a shoe, a broom, heck even a brick for crying out loud, but the largest kitchen knife we have? Who is this lady Bear Grylls?

We did end up catching the mouse, and disposing of it, but I gotta say, that night I slept with one eye open.....


1 comment:

  1. hehehe. You're safe for a few days, she's going to wait until you get complacent again!

    A knife would not be my choice for mouse disposal, when I was done then I'd have TWO halfs to clean up. *Shudder* No thank you!