RIGHT NEXT TO MY BED!!
And next to it on the ground were little black droppings.
This could only mean one thing . . .
While I had been blissfully sleeping the night before, there were MICE running around my bedroom, not more than a couple feet from where I had been!!
I called to my husband in another room to tell him what I found. He said, "I scoop out mice all the time from the swimming pool."
I wasn't quite sure what that meant. Was it
a. Just a random comment?
b. A suggestion for me to get the mice to follow me out to the pool where they could then drowned themselves?
c. His way of telling me that he has disposed of his share of mice and these were mine?
I vacuumed up the mess and checked all over my bedroom and bathroom for additional evidence of nocturnal wanderings. I didn't find anything, but just in case I made my husband keep the lights on while I climbed into bed and tucked myself in--and then moved to the middle of the bed (sorry about that Honey). I spent the night intently listening for scurrying feet and/or munching.
It was a very long night.
And to my dismay, despite my vigil, this morning we discovered a pair of my husband's socks partially eaten and mouse droppings all over the bathroom floor.
THIS WAS NOW WAR
Tonight my husband put out traps all over our house.
Already we have one mouse killed in action.
I am not sure what the rest of the night will bring, but just in case, I am thinking about sleeping in the basement.