Poor Broom- Dead Mouse

The other night after finally getting the kids to bed I was relaxing watching tv while Shelby was in the shower. He had just gotten out and was not quite dressed (it adds to the funniness). I suddenly saw a little mouse peek his head out from behind my tv. I freaked. I know- big baby. I am not afraid of spiders or bugs or other things that many women are scared of, but I DON'T DO MICE! I screamed loud enough that it scared the little rodent back behind the tv. Shelby ran to get the broom - this has always been his mice weapon of choice. I kept pointing out where it was running and Shelby kept trying to hit it and missing. I would scream and run the other way when I thought it was coming towards me and I know that I said more than anyone's share of swear words in that few minutes. But in my defense they were all said in a loud high pitched screaming voice and I'm sure that nobody could understand them anyway :). Shelby finally succeeded in killing the stupid little rodent after all my couches were upside down, both kids were awake and watching wide-eyed from their bedroom doors, and my poor broom looked like the above picture. It turns out that the nasty little creature had crawled up an extension cord that Shelby had snuck into the living room window and plugged into my house to be sure that his baby pheasants stayed warm. Of course I demanded that he unplug it and swore that I didn't care if all the dumb birds died- if I saw one more mouse in my house- He was going to have a crazy wife on his hands. He laughed so hard that I thought he was going to cry- GOING to have a crazy wife on my hands- he said? Over and over.

So- I don't like mice and I'm a little bit dramatic- that does not make me crazy. Right?