Yesterday, I saw a mouse scurry across our kitchen and dining room floor. After the initial freak out, I thought he was actually really cute. Maybe I've watched Ratatouille too many times, I don't know. I've never had that reaction before. But really, it was so small and fluffy and cute, and had a bounce in his step as he scuttled along.
Last night, I told Chad the news, so that he could set a few traps. I'm sure if I set one that I'll snap my fingers off, so it's his job. In our almost 7 years of marriage, we have had to kill 3 mice, and I have set 1 trap, and it was mega-scary, and I think it was a fluke that I made it out safely.
Well, Chad's animal lovingness has reached new heights. It has soared above the eagle's nests, over the Amazon treetops, and way out of this atmosphere.
He told me that he wants to trap it humanely, and keep it as a pet!!! He thinks it would be so fun to watch it. He said that after awhile, we could set it free in a big field. Then he immediately started researching it online, and found out what we would need, what we could feed it, what treats it likes, and that many other people do this.
Chad, NO!!! Seriously? You expect me to say yes?
He said, "Well, I'm not catching it if I can't keep it."
I can't set a trap for this thing. I feel too guilty. The last time we trapped one, it took it a few minutes to die. It was horrible. It was wheezing, and its eyes were bulging. Ha ha TMI. So, I'll be buying some type of humane trap today, and hopefully I catch it before Chad does.
I just had to share because I know my family will laugh their heads off because this is SO CHAD!
Chad, I love you. But sometimes, I think you're the crazy one.