Eric and I have been tipped off in several ways (I'll spare you the gross details) that we have an unwelcome visitor in our house. It (whatever "it" is - mouse? rat? squirrel?) was there before we went on our vacation but I had hoped that after a week of no possibility for finding food scraps anywhere around the house, perhaps it would just go away.
No such luck.
So I wake up at 1:30 a.m. this morning and get up to go to the bathroom. I notice that the kitchen light is on, so I walk over to turn it off. And then I see it.
"Eric!" I yell. No answer.
Louder this time. "ERIC!"
"What? What is it? Are you okay?!" he yells as he bounds out of bed and out into the hallway.
"I think I see the creature!" I say, frozen in place.
"What is it?" he asks as he walks toward me.
"I can't tell - I don't have my glasses on."
He shows up next to me and declares, "That's TATER'S BUNNY."
For a second I am confused. Our rodent is actually a bunny?
Wait.
That's a stuffed animal sitting on the dog bed in the kitchen.
. . .HA.
Unfortunately after that incident I couldn't get back to sleep until 4:30 a.m, creeped out that a real large furry animal was very likely scurring around our house somewhere. *shudder*
I think we're going to have to call an exterminator before I am forced to check into a mental hospital.
Monday, October 5, 2009
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3 comments:
Ha Ha Ha - LOL! I did the same thing years ago when sleep deprived. It was Danika's stuffed bunny.
Hope you sleep better tonite. :-}
---Donna
HAHAHAHA. Maybe you should get laser eye surgery and then all middle of the night confusions can be avoided :)
Hey, I hear those stuffed bunnies can get pretty vicious.
(Love your new blog! No more bananas?)
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