So I'm going downstairs to grab some pop and I see something moving on the floor. It's a cute little mouse that scurries into the closet. I yell up stairs to my dad to back me up and I grab a plastic bag so I can catch the little bugger. My dad comes down the stairs in his socks and briefs. My dad is a little over 6ft. tall, a little over 300lbs., and a lot bald. He peaks around the corner and asks me where the mouse is. Between laughs I point to the closet. My dad promptly grabs an umbrella and starts stabbing at the floor. Meanwhile upstairs, my mom has barricaded herself in my parents room. Back down stairs I tell my dad not to hurt the mouse, I'll catch it myself but he's still stabing the floor. Finally I move the mouse hunter out of the way and I start checking the shoes. No luck, the little guy got past us into the laundry room.
Basically it ends with us finding a hole in the wall which we plug up and no sign of the mouse. Just wanted to share the story while it's fresh.
Basically it ends with us finding a hole in the wall which we plug up and no sign of the mouse. Just wanted to share the story while it's fresh.
