Yep, that's me, always looking for the silver lining. One day last week, I woke up to Charlie skidding into walls. Seeing that it was 3:00 am, the only reasonable reaction would be to grab my camera so I could blog it all from the safety of my desk chair.
You can't see Charlie's puzzled expression as he looks for the mouse. Where is it?
This particular mouse kept Charlie occupied for HOURS. Maybe by the time we get rid of them all he will be a slimmer trimmer Charlie.
I don't fear many things, and I used to work in an animal hospital with many small wriggly animals, but the first time I saw a mouse in our house, I don't remember exactly what happened, but I ended up doing the stereotypical leap onto a stool madly waving a broom around. We battled the mice in this old house for years before finally winning about 8 years ago. We haven't had a real problem since. But we are combat ready have since stocked up on traps and poisoned bait (don't worry, it is only put out in pet-proof containers away from the kids). Sorry Charlie.