EEEEEE A MOUSE!!

So ... We were having to clean out the garage to make room for Josh's new scooter (he'll tell you about that later). I decided that all the boxes that we had yet to unpack could be brought into the playroom (lined against the wall so they're not in the way but where I can see them so they drive me crazy forcing me to go through them). I started in ... got one box done (it was mostly trash) and another done. I got to the end of my third and I see a mouse! I quickly close the box and go as fast as I can out the door.

I get out there and we're of course looking at it, showing the kids and taking pictures. We then decide to take it across the street to the empty lots to set the little thing free. I get the video camera thinking this is going to make a great story for our blog.

I've got Noah on one hip and the camera in the other while Josh and Myra are slowly tipping the box. The mouse runs out of the box and goes directly under it. So I told Josh "You're going to have to move the box. We can't see the mouse anymore." He moves it ... and the mouse makes a mad dash right ... up ... my ... PANT LEG!!!

I, of course, SCA-REAM trying not to drop Noah or the $325 camera and praying that that little RAT doesn't decide to bite me. Josh finally takes the camera, I put Noah down and I then start ... well, dancing around like a crazy woman.

Thinking that I finally have the rodent back down and out of my pant leg, I take a moment to try to get a hold of myself. It was a very short moment ... I felt the thing right around my ... private zone. Thank God for panties!

As I was repeating "Oh God, Josh. It's still in there." over and over again, I'm pulling my shirt tight so that IT doesn't go up there when Josh gets my pants undone. IT, of course, does NOT come out the top nor run out the bottom so I took off towards the back of the neighbor's house where there's a nice 6ft privacy fence to hide me while Josh and I take off my jeans.

So the jeans are off and Josh is checking and double checking and then triple checking them for me as I scratch my legs in a failed attempt to get rid of that creepy crawly feeling. He finally convinces me that it's okay to put my pants back on.

As I slide my second leg in, I feel this prickly feeling on my foot [that I'm balancing on]. Yes, I had found a nice pile of FIRE ANTS! After another quick dance, I was ready to go home. That right there was the LONGEST ten minutes of my life.