One week till the season finale…very excited. Sadly none of my friends in the immediate area are avid Heroes fans meaning Monday night I’ll alone to savoir the joy and live in anticipation of promised plot twists. TV watching is better with friends.
With heroes come nemeses, mine have been mice. For the past few weeks my house’s has had these very unwelcome guests who aren’t helping with the rent. This past weekend the frustration continued, I was sitting on my couch watching TV, when a one ran across the floor and stopped inches for me. My feet quietly came up. Not sure what it was going to do I watched and waited. It looked at me before running under the couch, the couch I was sitting on. Moments later it crawled out then ran up the side of my backpack and climbed in. There was a mouse in my backpack. I sat for a moment that fact hit me. I grabbed the phone while standing on a chair on the other side of the room called a family in the church. Ten minutes later their two teenage sons knocked on the door ready to do battle. They took the bag outside and dealt with the mouse while I sat in the van chatting with their mom. My house has one less mouse and that is a real life tale of two everyday heroes.