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I had a couple conversations yesterday with my friend Amanda (aka The Cap’n). Rather than paraphrase it, I will just post the first part of it (since it was an online chat) and then dictate the second portion.

The Cap’n: i was my own comedy routine..it was terrible
The Cap’n: grey was trying to get in the garage all morning..ran out 2. second time i went to get her and i was in the middle of the garage
The Cap’n: this HUGE (i think pregnant) mouse come running out from behind a board and she went chasing after it, growling
The Cap’n: it ran right at my leg. so i naturally did the only thing i could think of
The Cap’n: i started screaming and jumping up and down
me: ha
The Cap’n: grey was chasing the mouse and i was screaming like a girl
The Cap’n: i realized the house door was open so i jumped over and slammed the door shut..afraid to look again
The Cap’n: i guess she chased it back behind something ..i finally coaxed her back in.
me: close call

I got a phone call last night informing me that the invader had been apprehended and that she might have, in her panic, fingered the wrong suspect.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is what huge, pregnant mice look like in Missouri.