We've had another casualty here at the homestead. At around 1:30 I woke up (I honestly don't remember why/how, I just remember all of a sudden being awake). Kev came back saying, "I think they have one." I was not 100% sure what "one" he referring to, but I had a sinking suspicion.
Back track: Chloe, Simon and Josie had all been interested in something under my dresser all day today (I assume all day, but in reality I don't rightly know how long Mr. Mousie was under there). I suppose it was all day yesterday, because if you look at the time it is now the 27th...early.
Back to the story: So Kev is standing there, lights are all off (and seeing since I was in a rather deep sleep it's understandable as to why they would be off). He goes to get the dustpan and turn on the hall light. We're discussing if it is still alive and just playing 'possum when Simon grabs it and gives it a toss into the air. Discussion over, it's DEAD.
The thing is, we never know there is a mouse until we find (or smell) it's corpse. Normally it is surrounded by cats as well. And a big nosey dog. There isn't droppings in the house, that we see. There isn't holes in bags of food (thank the all mighty doG). There isn't any indication that we have mice.
The thing I wonder now...how in the world will I ever get back to sleep?!?