Mickey

So have had a few issues with a certain "Mickey" in our garage lately. I've seen him scurry around only 2 times, and found his "raisins" laying around. (like my purse...I know, disgusting) Anyway, I asked Preston to take the trash out to the cans outside, and I had seen Mickey run out of the bag. So he did, but he couldn't find the cans, because they had been moved. So he brought the bag IN THE HOUSE asking where the cans were. After he figured it out, and picked up the bag to take it, the little guy took off! So of course we're all screaming and freaking out and trying to figure out what to do. Luckily we were in the middle of home repair and had some tools laying around to scare him. Miles grabbed a drill and a flashlight, Preston had a hammer, and Maril grabbed a broom.

 Grandma hiding under the pillow. She wouldn't come out until we had gotten the mouse out of the house!

 Poor little guy was so scared, but he had to go!