Mouse in the House

Anyone who knows me, knows that there are few things I despise more than mice...I never had to deal with them when I lived in Florida, and then I moved to Nashville...Jon and I set traps and caught more mice in the first few months of living together than I ever care to remember. So today I'm catching up on housework that is next to impossible to do with two toddlers running around, because Lucas spent the day with his daddy. While throwing laundry into the washing machine, I see something scamper from the pile and run behind the washer and dryer. I freaked! I knew it HAD to be a mouse, because what else would run like that from me? I also realized I had weedeated the backyard this morning and probably sent it right on inside. Immediately, I developed a sick, sick feeling in my stomach. I called the office and told them to send the exterminator out...and eventually went on with my household duties. While walking through the kitchen, I saw something under the chair by the stairs...Lo and behold, there it was...the tiniest, cotton ball-sized mouse...a nuisance, nonetheless. I literally stood in the kitchen for about an hour and a half, watching it...waiting for it to move. I knew I couldn't catch it but I thought I could at least keep track of where it was. I called my dad, the master in pest control, and asked what I could do. "Can I spray it with something? Ant killer? Wasp and hornet spray?" Funny, yes...but I was in desperate need of answers! My dad was visiting with some people who had the simple answer of "Tell her to throw a towel on it and pick it up". RIIIIIIIIGHT...not doing that! So I waited...and waited...watched out the window for Justin to come home from work. And when he did, I showed him the mouse in the corner. He shrugged his shoulders, said "Why don't you throw something on it and pick it up?" and did just that...Within 3 minutes of walking through the front door, my husband had saved the day...the mouse's life...and became my hero all over again!