I've had a lot of adventures in my life...

Those of you who know me, know that I have had a fair share of adventure in my life. From going bungee jumping to being robbed in NYC, from super-gluing my eyes shut to spinning my car four times on the highway outside Boston, and even more recently, getting a ring stuck on my finger and setting my arm on fire....

Of all of those adventures, none of these things rivalled my reaction to last night's adventure.

I was packing ebay boxes. The house was clean and quiet, and the Christmas music of The Living Room Sessions was softly playing. The kids were finally asleep, and I was looking foreward to finishing my work, having a glass of wine, and waiting for Robb to get home from work.

I reached into the cupboard for some items I needed to pack, donning an oven mitt, just in case a dead mouse was present in the trap we had set. One trap was sprung but empty and the other had been sitting there for a week, unsprung. There had been no further evidence that any were alive after all the poison we set out, so it was just a precaution.

It was about that moment that I glanced down to see a very much LIVE mouse hanging from the sleeve of my left arm....the one without the oven mitt.

The next few moments were blurry, but I confess to you this morning that there was much wild waving of the arms, and screaching bloody murder followed by hysterical tears. There may also have been some kind of vulgar language, but who would know considering the Beaker-quality of my voice. I'm not particularly proud of my response, but apparently, I have my limits. I really cannot recall EVER being that distraught in all my life. And I know it's just a mouse, but it was so darn unexpected.

The children didn't stir and my dog (who I really did think would offer some protection) loped into the room drowsily long after the mouse disappeared into whence he came.

By the time hubby returned on his white horse, I was locked in my room, curled up in the fetal position, lest a stray mouse start nibbling my toes. He began to set out the traps, adding peanut butter to the bait, when he found our culprit already dead in the trap that had been there all along.

Apparently, I scared him into going to his little beady-eyed death.

This morning found two more in the reset traps.

Bring on the body-count.