Thanksgiving started with a bang

Thanksgiving has barely begun and already I’ve been very busy.

This morning at precisely 12:09 a.m. I entered my local 24 hour CVS to take advantage of some super sales. See, their Black Friday sales start today and they are basically giving away tons of products (it’s complicated but it has to do with earning store credit that’s the same amount as what you paid for the item). Anyway, I paid $17 for $115.00 worth of stuff. SuWeeeeet! And even though I was so dead tired I didn’t want to go I am soooo glad I did. I was amazed when I walked in the store at the time to see that it was slightly busier than it normally is in the middle of the day! It was filled with coupon nerds like myself. We were all carrying around our coupon organizers, the CVS ad and pieces of paper with our deal ideas scribbled out on them. So my instincts telling me to go at midnight were right and they’ll definitely be selling out of all their sale items by the end of today.

THEN….when I came out of the bedroom this morning the hubby said to me, “Uh, honey, there’s some squeaking going on in this general vicinity,” and he pointed to where we had laid one of our sticky traps to catch a little house guest. The sticky trap was located against the baseboard underneath a pull out cart where we store kitchen gadgets. The hubby removed himself from the room while I pulled the cart out and saw the cutest little gray mouse stuck to the sticky pad. There were tufts of fur all over the sticky and the little guy was terrified. I armed myself with a butter knife and picked the pad up by the corner carefully. The husband was still cowering in the bedroom. I told him to come and see but he wouldn’t. Did I mention the husband is afraid of mice. And bugs. (love you honey)

I told Hubby I was going out to let the mouse loose. He came out making sure he was standing far away from me and told me he thought that trying would just torture the mouse more. I immediately broke into tears (yeah, not enough sleep last night) at the thought of the little mouse dying a slow death in the dumpster. And there is no way I would smash it like I’ve heard some women have their husband’s do. I could never do that and my husband obviously wouldn’t be able to get close enough to do that.

So I went outside determined to try to free it. I figured there was a good chance I could since the mouse was on the very edge of the sticky pad. I went into the woods a way and started to slide the butter knife gently beneath its skin. It squeaked at me a few times but then it stopped as I continued. It only took about 4 minutes and I had the mouses belly free, then it’s tail and then it’s teeny tiny feet. It was exhausted and terrified and it burrowed beneath the crispy leaves as soon as it was free.

I walked inside very happy that I didn’t have to kill the mouse and came to tell you all about it. Since I knew you’d think I was a demented weirdo love to hear about it. I just have this super tender spot in my heart for most all living creatures (cockroaches not included). What can I say?