Something I want.

We have a mouse in our house.

We've already caught and killed it's partner in crime, but there is still a renegade mouse running around my house, and it has me in a complete tizzy.

Now I need to backtrack a bit. I grew up in old houses. My entire life, I've lived in older houses. The house that I grew up in is probably 80 years old now. Maybe older. And the house that I live in now is 60 years old. I am perpetually living in houses that are old, and that I am working on fixing up. They aren't dumps by any stretch of the imagination, but they are constantly in need of repair and work and fixing up and....*Sigh* You get the point. It's a never ending process.

So anyway, every fall we get a mouse. It's an old house, there are nooks and crannies and cracks we don't know about, and we always get a mouse. I've learned to deal with it. We set traps, put out poison, kill the mouse, and the problem is solved. However....this particular mouse is exceptional. I think he must work for the Mouse CIA, because he's smart. Big time. He isn't falling for my traps, and it's really working my nerves because seeing a mouse (for me) is like seeing satan himself. I am terrified. Beyond terrified. Hysterical. Beyond hysterical. It's the worst situation possible for me.

It makes me want a new house. A bright, shiny new house. Built in the last 10 years with all of its nooks and crannies and cracks all sealed up. With those lovely corners that are all spackled down into a lovely curved corner. No sharp edges. No slumping anything. Nothing that necessarily needs fixing, unless we want to do it, as opposed to having to do it. I want a house with warm, consistent heat. Not cold rooms and hot rooms. I want a house with wall to wall carpeting that my feet sink into, instead of cold, dead hardwood floors. I want a house with quiet floors. I am so sick of creaking and groaning floors when I walk. I want a house that, at the very least, FEELS incapable of having a f*ing mouse!!!

I know.

I'm being a spoiled brat.

But I hate mice. I'm over it.

Brooke Moss.