So Much for the Tiara...

God blessed (?) me with an amazing sense of smell. My family generally thinks I'm nuts as I search out smells that they are convinced are in my head...until they realize that what I *thought* I smelled...is really there.

Came into the house from the retreat this afternoon and immediately thought...hmmmm...something is amiss...

Tonight, after a bit of investigation, I discovered a mouse in a trap downstairs. He's been there a while. Whew. I love it when I solve the mystery... except...except... Frank is out of the country for another week, and I really don't want the kids knowing that we have mice, let alone that we KILL mice. (When one lives on a parkway, I'm not sure there is any possibility of not having visitors...and they have never ventured out of the east wall...except onto the windowsill of death...at least there are no droppings or evidence elsewhere...) Anyhow, I really couldn't ask the kids to climb up and reach onto the basement windowsill. I am the adult, after all.

And so

I got VERY brave. Donning my cleaning rubber gloves, and sucking in lungfulls of outside air before venturing down the stairs, I got the little stinker into a bag, trap and all. No, I was not about to reuse the trap. If Frank wants to save the 79 cents, then he should stop gallivanting off to exotic places like Turkey and Greece and check the ledge.

The air is cleaner. But that really was kinda creepy. Princesses should not have to empty mousetraps. I guess it's time to shelve the tiara...