I was painting a table in my garage one night. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move. I looked over to see a tiny mouse sitting there staring at me. I tried to calm myself by thinking, "It's ok, Ashley. It's just a little brown mouse. He is kind of cute...right?" The mouse then decided he would come in for a closer look which sent me into a TIZZY! I was screaming and carrying on and that poor scared little mouse ran under the freezer. I called Christian on his cell phone (he was in the house) and told him to come save me from the mouse that was in our garage. He has zero patience with me when I get in squealy girl mode. He came out armed with a bb gun and sunglasses on.
I was told that if I was going to scream that I could just go back inside. I promised that I wouldn't and even put my hand over my mouth to keep in any squeals that might try to escape. The little mouse made a run for it and hid behind some stacked up lawn chairs. Christian started to move them one by one and I was standing back armed with a broom. Eventually, the poor mouse was cornered and it didn't end in his favor.
Christian put the mouse on my neighbor's truck handle, so the next morning when he was getting into his truck to go to work...he got a nice little surprise.
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