This Is So Not Funny Anymore.

Ok.

I can tolerate a few ants in my garage.

I mean, it WAS my fault for leaving a half eaten candy bar on the bottom shelf. I was eating it during our yard sale last Saturday & I put it on the shelf to help a woman & I forgot about it.

I guess even ants have to eat. And, it was chocolate. Who can resist chocolate? Not me & apparently not ants.

I can also tolerate a teeny-tiny mosquito buzzing around my living room.

I mean, I'm pretty sure it got separated from its mom & dad. It just had a sad, lonely look on its face.

I let it fly around for about 10 minutes & then it went to "mosquito heaven".

I can even tolerate a small spider that I found crawling around on my bathroom floor.

I had shoes on, so I just acted like I didn't see it & casually crushed it.

"Oh, oops, little spider. I didn't see you there!"

But, what I absolutely, not in a million years, even if someone paid me $1,000,000, CANNOT & WILL NOT tolerate a mouse running across my foot in the pantry.

Yes, Internet, our little friend is back.

And, this time it was ME, scaredy-cat ME, who found it.

I screamed, dropped the box of Fruit Loops & called Matt.

Now, I'm just waiting for him to get home. And, until then, I've got the mouse blocked in. Being in the pantry is one thing, but possibly having it crawl across my foot when I get up to pee in the middle of the night is another.