As I sit here, on my new couch that I LOVE, I've come to a conclusion: I am a neurotic mess! Why? Because I am actually afraid of my couch.
Well, actually I'm afraid of what may (but probably isn't) be living in my couch. You see, about a week ago we discovered that we had an unwelcome pet that was living in our home. He ate our hot dog rolls and investigated our entire kitchen and pantry. I know there are people who find mice cute but I'm not one of those people. I especially don't find them cute enough to share my food with.
I was totally freaked. Especially since I ate an english muffin out of the same drawer the hot dog rolls were in. YUCK! I felt sick and was definitely having a panic attack. Abby on the other hand, found me hysterical! Every time Dan said another spot he saw evidence of our intruder, I would panic and say "oh my God." Abby thought this was the funniest thing she ever heard!
So, after a little bit of persuasion (arguing), my husband agreed to hire an exterminator. I know it sounds crazy, but mice carry disease! And, I'm here alone a lot of the time so we needed to take care of this ASAP! This may sound even crazier, but I was actually thinking that the exterminator would hunt down the mouse and remove it. Hah! Silly me! I paid a ridiculous amount of money for him to put baits and sticky things around. The removal of the mouse was our job! GREAT!
So, we caught the mouse that night and the husband did what husbands do and I didn't have to see the poor mouse suffer (see, I do have a heart!). There has been no other evidence of any more mice which is great news! However, we had to sign a year contract with the exterminator so this would probably qualify the most expensive mouse assassination ever.
Ok, so I bet you're wondering why I'm afraid of my couch. Well, I mentioned my mouse problem to my best friend a little while ago and she told me a story about a family member who had a mouse family living in their couch but they had no idea. FANTASTIC! Now, I'm itchy. I'm hearing squeaky noises. I swear I see movement out of the corner of my eye.
So, why don't I just go into another room? Because last night my husband made me watch Friday the 13th and I'm scared shitless that Freddy Kruger is outside my window! I told you I'm a neurotic mess!