squeak, squeak

Last night I thought I heard the scuffle of little mouse feet somewhere in the cabin. I felt a small wave of panic then had to laugh. Funny that it was the mouse that cause my pulse to rise. I was much more affected by a 3 oz. rodent than either the 6 foot long mountain lion OR the 2 ton mama moose with an attitude.

Of course I would have been more traumatized by the mountain lion under the same circumstances. Like if I heard it purring ... 10 feet away from me ... at midnight ... in the dark ... inside my house ... sniffing my stinky shoes ... searching the darkness for the stinky feet that matched the smell inside those stinky shoes ... barely brushing my cheek with its long soft tail as it walks past me ... watching me doze on the sofa with its giant glowing tiger eyes ... waiting to pounce ... RAARRRR!

(Anyone want to come up and sleep on the couch?)