Of Mice & Sinks
Regular readers of this blog (both of you), will recall that yesterday I got off to a pretty bad start with a runaway dog. Well, this morning brought an equal, but wholly different wake up call.
A mouse in the kitchen sink.
I was getting Rocco the Wonder Dog a drink, when I noticed a little tail behind a coffee cup, and attached to this little tail was a little rodent. After determining that the girlish, high-pitched shrieks of horror filling the air were coming from me, the mouse was safely trapped and transported outside.
Now, I have lived in NYC, where such events transpire on a daily basis, but out here in the wilds of suburbia, it's a bit of a shock.
This is my family's second mouse-in-the-sink incident. I hope it is the last. The irony is, my perfect wife is a cleaning freak, and it's not like we have open containers of food lying all over the place. What is it about are kitchen sink that is so appealing to the little critters? Do they come up the pipes? Will I someday receive an unwelcome visit from below when I'm on the potty?
I'll keep you posted.