Life With Boys

Life with boys … the other night the boy came down the stairs to ask if we had a mousetrap … I was envisioning the construction of some kind of Rube Goldberg invention … no, this time there was a real mouse … upstairs … the cat had been stalking it for a bit, I was told … upstairs we go to investigate … the cat is patrolling the desk area … so I start to dismantle what appears to be the great trash heap so cleverly balancing on top of (not actually in) the trash can … this is the cue for the critter to scurry down the hall … straight into my room … crap … now we need to pull everything out from under the bed (which I think is every piece of luggage we have ever owned) … no mouse … finally track his fuzzy self to the tv cabinet … that does not move quite as easily … there were yardstick probes gently nudging him along … it worked, now it is under the dresser … this game of “who has eyes on the mouse” must have gone on for at least 30-minutes … during which the mouse stopped right in front of the cat, that ignored it … the mouse went up the pant leg of the boy but was jostled back out … I started to laugh so hard I had a coughing fit … and all of my Tupperware was strategically used for an eventual capture of our late night Houdini … no mice were harmed in the creation of this post …