Anyone else experiencing a home invasion with all the rain we've had??? I mean we live in the country & occasionally have little furry visitors show up in our basement and even the kitchen every couple of years. But THIS is frickin' ridiculous!!!!!! My husband got up around 5:30 this morning as usual while I tried to sleep in another hour or so. But I kept hearing something behind me - between the bed and the window. I assumed our dog Freddie had come in to snuffle at something. I kept hearing it though so I rolled over to look & he wasn't there. Weird. Then I started to reach for my glasses on the nightstand AND THERE WAS A MOUSE SITTING ON THEM!!!!! And then it ran straight towards me & the bed. I did what any strong competent woman would do. I SCREAMED LIKE A LITTLE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!! My husband came running, I was freaking out, trying to find my glasses that had gotten knocked halfway across the room (I'm pretty much legally blind without them), and was trying to get untangled from the covers becuase for all I knew, that mouse was still in there with me! He finally got my glasses, I made it out of bed & I was standing in the hall door (still freaking out slightly because I really wasn't awake and a mouse staring at you & then charging you isn't something you should deal with in a half-awake state), and the same mouse (antoher one???) came running down the hall ACROSS MY FOOT and into the bedroom. Cue more screams. My husband got pretty irritable with me at that point.... I think he thought I was making it up. Anyway.... Bed was stripped, glue traps were placed around the bedroom & in the guest room as well & I went on about getting dressed, getting breakfast, etc. During breakfast, my husband spilled oil on his good shorts so I took them, treated them, and decided to just take the laundry down & run an entire load instead of just the one pair of shorts. I picked up the laundry basket in the bathroom & there was something gray in the corner behind it. OH HE** NO!!!!!! Oh he** yes. Two beady little eyes looking at me. I stared at it. It stared at me. I hollered (hey, at least I didn't scream) for the hubby to come help me and bring something to SMASH!!!! He showed up with a plastic ice cream bucket... Smash?? Ice cream bucket??? REALLY????? But he got the bucket over the mouse & I headed on downstairs with the laundry. I have no idea what he did next. I don't want to know. I don't care. I just want all things small gray & furry OUT OF MY FREAKING HOUSE!!!!!!!