EEEEEEK! No...wait...

I woke up at 2am this morning to use the bathroom.  As I stumbled through the house, I kept my eyes on the floor.  With only the moonlight and the digital microwave clock to light the way, I froze in my tracks in the doorway of the kitchen.  There, in the middle of the floor, was a mouse.  

Earlier in the week, Salvatore and I were playing with his Mickey Mouse coloring book and 

he kept saying, "mouse" for each picture.  When we were finished, he said, "mouse" again 

and I said, "yes, mouse" and he said, "No, mama, MOUSE" and pointed underneath the

 hutch

in our dining room.  Sure enough, there was a dead mouse! Probably a victim of Benedict, 

so I scooped it up and threw it away and sanitized the floors.

With that incident still stuck in my head, I froze when I saw this little black creature not moving in the middle of the floor.  Panicking, I grabbed a large plastic container and placed it over the mouse so I could use the bathroom with some piece of mind.  I did not want to have to kill it or watch it escape, so I put another bowl on top of the container and returned to bed.  In the morning, I crept back into the kitchen and saw the bowl on top of the plastic container and knew that I must deal with the fate of the situation now.  I pulled off the bowl, and raised the container.  Guess what was underneath.....a black, toy plastic car of Salvatore's.  No mouse.  Thank God. Thank God. Thank God.