I'm not even grossed out by the fact that I stepped on it, or that it managed to find its way upstairs. I'm just happy that the cat didn't crap out on us after all! Yippee for Icarus the cat! So I guess I'm in camera mode because while I'm bamming on the bathroom door for my daughter to get rid of the mouse I am also grabbing my camera phone. BTW, she is an awesome kid because this is the 2nd mouse that she has gotten rid of inside of 2 weeks. My mother paid her $100 after she offered to get rid of the dead mouse from her basement bathtub.
My daughters immediately goes into action; asking the necessary questions; Is it dead? Can I put my clothes on first? Yes to the first, no to the second.
The jury is out on whether the mouse died by the claws of Icarus...or because my big-ass stepped on it. But the mouse is out of the house!
And I know someone out there is going to say...but wait, you know you got another one somewhere...
(will get a nice boiled egg!)