Um.GROSS.

So I am freaking out. I swear we have a nice house and that I am a GOOD housekeeper:) Tonight as we were sitting watch our football team lose yet another game, my husband saw a tiny little mouse scurry under our couch. Yes, I screamed. Seriously, I am a total girly girl; we have pest control out to our house about once every two or three months. I freak if I see a tiny little bug anywhere in the house. A mouse. We spent about two hours trying to entice our fat cats to want to help us get it out from under the couch. We flipped it over so it couldn't hide there and finally it ran under the bookshelf. The dummy left his tail sticking out. We finally got a giant beer brewing bucket from downstairs and some rubber gloves and my husband grabbed it's little tail, stuck it in the bucket and we deposited him WAAAYY down the street in a field. Yes, it was teeny tiny and it looked soft, but I don't think I'll sleep tonight at all. You guys!! A mouse. What in the world is that about? Does this mean there are more? What should we do?
Terminix is getting a very early morning phone call from yours truly tomorrow. I think you should be able to call an emergency pest control person, don't you? :)