I do not work on Wednesdays. Okay, clarification, I am suppose to be off on Wednesdays since I work four 10 hour days the rest of the week. Most weeks, I end up working a couple of hours ensuring that the customers are not freaking out when they do not an immediate response. (No, I am not bitter!)
This past Wednesday the weather was nice enough in the afternoon to warrant having the door open to the deck so Mo could freely move about without me continually opening and closing the door. Oh the trouble she caused!
I was in the kitchen emptying the dishwasher, enjoying that the sun was actually shining and I hear this horrendous meowing. My heart jumped into me throat, Mo somehow got out front and she was hurt! I start calling her while moving into the hallway.
Imagine my surprise when Mo comes around the corner with a small brown fuzzy something in her mouth. I admit it, I screamed like a girl. She had a mouse! Mo proudly drops said mouse on the floor and looks at me like 'see what I brought you'. At this point, I realize the mouse is a mole. The mole starts running down the hallway toward me, over my foot. I scream like a girl again and head the other direction.
Mo must have decided that I really liked the present because she made a beeline back out the door and I realized I have a mole somewhere in the house. What does one do when there is a small, fuzzy, blind mole loose in the house... why... call the husband!
Me: "Doodle, we have a mole in the house!"
Me: "There is a mole in the house and I do not know where it is"
DB: "IS IT IN THE BEDROOM?"
Me: "Not really sure!"
Me: "Got to go, Love you"
I am not sure what Doodle said at the end, nor am I sure I want to know what was said!
Guess what was waiting for me... MO! She was sitting right by the hole the mole must have come up from. I scolded her and dropped the mole back into the hole. Success!