humans 1 - mouse 0

i am a horrible friend.  last night, one of my best friends, Jay (short for nothing), text me this message, "i have a fucking mouse in my house!"

what did i do?  i giggled. 

you see, Jay hates 'creatures'.  when i say creatures i mean, non human creatures - okay, she tolerates 'the Miss' but i do mean tolerates (kidding j; she's VERY good to The Miss). 

so when she texts this message i nearly spit out my fabulous wine = bad thing.

i happen to have a visual - Jay is on the back of the sofa, feet up (which p.s. feet are not allowed on the sofa) because the idea that a rodent is roaming her house is just enough to send her to the looney bin.  of course a good friend, not me, would be sympathetic, but no, i laughed at the idea that she was being held hostage by a creature that was, frankly, more scared of her than she of it.

my text messages continued for a bit longer...

her: i'm moving out

me: i'm sorry!

her: i hate mice

me: me too

her: how did it get in

me: they have no spine, he probably just flattened himself out

her: see why i hate mice!

i am now concerned.  thankfully her family is nearby and dad came to the rescue - dads rule!

this morning i got a text message:

humans - 1; mouse - 0

all is right in the world again.

lx