A post from one of my neices reminded me of when we first moved to Marlin.
At our house in Waco, I had never seen a mouse, when we moved here, it was a different story.
First, I guess I should explain that I have a small fear of rodents. A small fear as in I would not be as afraid if I walked into the room and there was a tiger laying on the floor as I am when I see a mouse.The granddaughter, Heavan was about 4 when we moved here.I was going to the bathroom with her, and saw a mouse sitting by the bedroom door. I didn't want to scare her,
so I said go get Poppy, fast! She started to speak, and I grabbed her little sholders, turned her around and said get poppy FAST!
She runs down the hall and when she get to the living room she says POPPY POPPY come fast, Grannie is scared.
He sits her on the couch, grabs his pistol and comes running down the hall.I cant speak, I open my mouth but words don't come out. He looks in all the rooms, under all the beds, in all the closets, turns to me and says, well, whoever was in here is gone. He must have gotten out the patio door while I was getting Heavan settled down.
Come in here and I'll call the cops can you describe him?
I shake my head yes and he says ok, how tall was he, was he white or black, are you ok? You sure look pale.
I still can't talk, I open my mouth and nothing is coming out. He sits me down, and says look, we have to call the police before he runs off and they can't find him.
How tall was he, I hold up my thumb and finger about two inches apart. He looks really puzzled and says MAMA for God sake, how tall was he. I stammer out, not very tall, he was about two inches long, grey and had really big , huge teeth. The crying starts then.He look at the baby, looks at me, and says, did someone break into the house or not? I nod yes, he says, a two inch tall man broke into the house???
I said, through the tears, mouse, not a man, it was a mouse! And it was looking at me.He did try really, really hard not to laugh.He did seriously try, he didn't make it, but he tried. I have never lived it down, if anyone ever does break into the house he will run down the hall carrying a glue trap instead of his pistol.
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