Eeeeeeek!

So it seems that Laurell K. Hamilton and I have something in common. I was reading her blog this morning and she has a mouse in her house. Well, much to my chagrin, I discovered (at 3:30 this morning) a mouse in my house, as well.

I was using the bathroom, heard something, and looked over to see a mouse skittering out the door. Keep in mind, please, that we live in a century old farmhouse sorely in need of some updating. It's not unusual to see mice or evidence of mice at this time of year. But, there's a difference between sorta-kinda knowing there is probably a mouse around somewhere and actually seeing one not 2 feet from my bare feet.

The difference between LKH and I (barring her bestselling author status, of course) is I have a cat and she doesn't. She is a self-proclaimed "dog person". The cat will take care of the mouse (mice?) and I probably won't see one again until next September.

Still, it's good to know that no matter how old, or new, a house is, the mice will still find a way in.