Mouse

There's a mouse in my house. Jesse's at work. I'm doing the only logical thing I know to do: sit on the couch with my feet up until Jesse gets home...which is 4 hours from now. We've set traps and the stupid thing hasn't been caught yet. I hate these creatures. I hate it being in my house. I now have to scrub my house from top to bottom. I will not be able to function correctly until it is caught and dead. That is all for tonight. The boys and I are camping out on the couch. : (