This past week, we have been delighted to have Jason's family come and visit. While we didn't stress too much about getting the house in perfect shape before they came, I did make a valiant effort to pick up and do some basic cleaning.
Imagine my horror, then, when I came home late after work on Thursday and learned that a mouse had run out from underneath the couch when Jason's Mom was making it into a bed. A less wonderful mother-in-law might never forgive such a horrific welcome. Fortunately, mine is very forgiving with a good sense of humor.
A note to any future guests: while up until this point we haven't had any troubles with animal invaders (we hardly ever see even a flea or a spider), we make no guarantees, as there is always a first time. Murphy's Law apparently dictates that the unfortunate victim just may happen to be you! :)
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I love it! I'm not sure I could've thought of a better way to say welcome to France! Are French mice, as depicted in the movies, culinary geniuses? :) - Aunt Julie
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