The other morning (Friday) the husband and I were sitting at our dining room table enjoying breakfast. The marshmallow treasures were delicious, we were laughing and telling each other what we had going on for the day when DUN DUN DUUUNNN..... I realized the Ninja Mouse aka Ratatoui had struck again!!! Our table normally had 3 different votive holders on it each with a small tea light candle put on top of some sand. The middle tea light candle was missing! I know FOR SURE that it was there a couple of days ago because I replaced the old ones that had been burnt out and even remember asking Ryan if the one in the middle looked right inside of the larger holder. Of course, my detective mind immediately know that our mouse friend is the suspect. Ryan thinks otherwise. Did he take it? No. Is he playing a trick on me? No. Did my mom, Erica, or Monica take it? No.... as far as I know. If one of y'all did you need to just confess it to me. And those are the only people that have been to our home in the past week. As I'm finishing my marshmallow treasures I beg Ryan to go google it for me. Ahh, google. Something else I love. Anytime we have a problem or question my answer is always to "Google it!" Ryan thinks I'm crazy to want to google at 7am. Ok, since he won't do it I will. I google to find out that mice do in fact like to eat candles. Ah, the evidence thickens. And I notice traces of sand on our table that would lead one to assume that the mouse somehow, with his sub-human strength, got inside of the votive holder, which is inside of a large marble filled vase, took the candle, and escaped with bits of sand on his sneaky little paws. Well, I think that proves my point. Now why would a mouse want a candle? To eat? Maybe, although it doesn't sound good to me. So that it can read a tiny mouse book by candle light? Cute. Someone even suggested to me that maybe the mouse wants to have a tiny campfire somewhere and have sing-a-longs with its friends. That a least comforts me. I hope that Ratatoui is somewhere happy, but if he continues to visit our apartment we will need to go to more drastic measures to remind him he isn't welcome.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Ninja Mouse Strikes Again
The other morning (Friday) the husband and I were sitting at our dining room table enjoying breakfast. The marshmallow treasures were delicious, we were laughing and telling each other what we had going on for the day when DUN DUN DUUUNNN..... I realized the Ninja Mouse aka Ratatoui had struck again!!! Our table normally had 3 different votive holders on it each with a small tea light candle put on top of some sand. The middle tea light candle was missing! I know FOR SURE that it was there a couple of days ago because I replaced the old ones that had been burnt out and even remember asking Ryan if the one in the middle looked right inside of the larger holder. Of course, my detective mind immediately know that our mouse friend is the suspect. Ryan thinks otherwise. Did he take it? No. Is he playing a trick on me? No. Did my mom, Erica, or Monica take it? No.... as far as I know. If one of y'all did you need to just confess it to me. And those are the only people that have been to our home in the past week. As I'm finishing my marshmallow treasures I beg Ryan to go google it for me. Ahh, google. Something else I love. Anytime we have a problem or question my answer is always to "Google it!" Ryan thinks I'm crazy to want to google at 7am. Ok, since he won't do it I will. I google to find out that mice do in fact like to eat candles. Ah, the evidence thickens. And I notice traces of sand on our table that would lead one to assume that the mouse somehow, with his sub-human strength, got inside of the votive holder, which is inside of a large marble filled vase, took the candle, and escaped with bits of sand on his sneaky little paws. Well, I think that proves my point. Now why would a mouse want a candle? To eat? Maybe, although it doesn't sound good to me. So that it can read a tiny mouse book by candle light? Cute. Someone even suggested to me that maybe the mouse wants to have a tiny campfire somewhere and have sing-a-longs with its friends. That a least comforts me. I hope that Ratatoui is somewhere happy, but if he continues to visit our apartment we will need to go to more drastic measures to remind him he isn't welcome.
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