We had a visitor the other day.
I had already gone to bed when my dear husband roused me (always a dangerous move…) informing me that I “had to see this!” I can’t remember my exact words, but I believe they were along the lines of “this had better be good or you’re dead.”
But I willingly
stumbled followed my husband into the kitchen, and after a brief (ok, somewhat more then brief…) heart-stopping moment of thinking he’d found a mouse (hello for-sale sign…) I came face to….er, face, with this:
He was happily hopping throughout our house (I only cringed a little when he landed on the clean clothing…), and he seemed pretty proud of himself:
And then we mopped. Twice.