A week ago, we called an exterminator for three problems: Squirrels in the attic; Yellow Jackets in the front yard; and Mice in the basement. [We always wanted Wyatt to appreciate nature =]. Anyway, the exterminator set traps containing a tasty treat that would kill the mice by dehydration. Theoretically, they would go outside for water and then die.
Last night, Ainsley and I were reading in bed, when a very thirsty mouse came up to the side of our bed and [I'm not kidding you...] begged for water! I reacted like an elephant until I got my wits about me... Later, at about 1:00 AM, I unknowingly rolled over in bed onto one of Wyatt's pacifiers, thinking it was a mouse, which launched me to the ceiling yet again. I twitched like a Vietnam vet through the rest of the night .
Dude, that is a FUNNY story!
How are Wyatt's fingers doing?
And, forget about the critic. They obviously aren't Kingdom-minded, so don't get pulled into the mud by the pig.
Posted by: Jonathan | May 19, 2006 at 06:19 PM
That was a laugh I sorely needed...
Thanks...
Posted by: Robert Pooley | May 21, 2006 at 09:46 PM