...and all through the house
several creatures were stirring
including a mouse!
However, I am less than thrilled to have had Diana barge into the bedroom at 2:30am and shake her father awake to ask, "Dad, do you mind that there is a mouse running through the dining room?" This results in her father bolting out of the bed, turning on many lights and a loud chase ensuing. I tend to be of the opinion that if the mouse is there at 2:30 am it will still be IN the house 12 hours later during the daylight when I can set a trap and not disturb the precious sleep of my bed partner or other residents of the house.
It led me to specify the "emergency" situations under which I desire to be roused from slumber.
They include the following:
1. The house is on fire.
2. The house is flooding.
3. Part of the house has suddenly gone missing.
4. Someone (a human, not a mouse) who does not belong in the house is attempting entry without express permission. (This rule is suspended for Hugh Jackman, especially if he is wearing a coating of chocolate.)
5. Someone who lives in the house is:
a. Bleeding profusely or notices a body part has suddenly gone missing (baby teeth excluded)
b. Not breathing
c. On fire
d. Leading Hugh Jackman to me.
What would your terms and conditions be?
20 comments:
We had a mouse issue here, too.
I am in agreement with you about the "don't wake me unless its an emergency" rule. With our mouse, my son relocated to the living room, and then told me in the morning. Bless him.
"a" mouse? I regret to inform you that for everyone you see, there are 20 more hiding and waiting to do something like 'ratatouille' in your kitchen, but not as nice.
I should be awoken for
1. Santa
2. Natural disaster
3. Cialis lift-off
Do NOT wake me to tell me that the power went off.
Wake me please.... to watch the foxes playing in the snow, to view a comet, intense meteor shower, or the rare occasion a glimmer of the northern lights.
Wake me.... because you just cannot wait until morning to kiss me.... (I think I've ventured back to what I want for Christmas!!! :) )
I'm fairly much in agreement with your rules, excepting I'll substitute a female for Hugh Jackman. I haven't decided which female, though, so if any of you are in the neighborhood, why not drop by and we'll see if you're the one?
I would never be able to sleep with a mouse in the house. Then again, I don't do well with large spiders either. I'm a wimp!
Poor Mrs. Craver tries hard NOT to wake me. Poor gal. That Latin blood in me doesn't care what time of night it is; it is always a good time for making beautiful music together.
Lately I feel as though I am always awake at night due to children (and the hubby) with stuffy noses. Urgh.
But a mouse is definitely not a good reason to wake me. Nope.
I HATE Meeces...To Pieces!
What Misticblu said - if you see signs of a mouse (droppings, etc), you've got 10 mice; if you see a mouse, you've got 20. Of course, this time of year, they're looking for someplace warm, with plenty of food to eat, and your pantry fills the bill quite nicely for their purposes. . .
But that said, I'm with you - don't wake me up for a mouse; I can kill him in the morning. . .
Our definition of emergency is "Burning, Broken, or Bleeding". If it does not fall into those categories, do not scream/whine/demand/wake/interrupt/etc. Sometimes they follow the guidelines.
I agree with Sis B...and even broken can wait depending on the break...
My terms are pretty much the same as yours, except exchange Hugh Jackman for Viggo Mortensen. Stupid name but hot boy.
OK now that is funny.
Hey Jazz, I have seen Viggo dressed in only a towel....
;)
I couldn't sleep where a mouse was living. Seriously. Because if I knew it was out there in the house somewhere, I'd lay there waiting for it to jump up on the bed and probably end up on my head. It makes me shudder just thinking of it!
lol, the Hugh Jackman thing had me cracking up. :D
Merry Christmas, Lime. May you and yours have a day of love, sharing and laughter.
If my cat has a hairball or the dog digs in the litter box or barks at the racoon...my list is definitely skewed towards the pets...
Mary
You so funny!
:-)
I'm probably in the minority, but as long as the house isn't overrun, I kind of like having a mouse or two. Gives the place character.
In our last place, I used to leave the mice a slice of apple or a little bread or something. That is, 'til the Mrs found out. Besides, they only wanted to eat the soap, it seemed.
I did find stuffing steel wool into their primary entrances solved the problem. They don't like to chew steel wool. Well, who would?
Unlikely I'll be doing too much online for a while so, wishing you and yours a Very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
S..... where did you see Viggo in nothing but a towel?!?!?! Sign me up!!!
If a mouse is running through the house--at any hour of the day--I don't care who's sleeping or who's awake, it's time to leave the house, drive to the nearest AmericInn, and stay there while you search the real estate listings.
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