By now I was laughing and screaming in equal measure. I did not want this thing loose in the house but I had no idea how to catch him. So not knowing what to do, I did what every hysterical woman does. I rang a man to ask for instructions. So much for me being a mature, capable, independent female, that idea went straight out the window, along with my pride.
The unfortunate male in question was my husband, who was at work. While I was on the phone the critter would stick his little nose out every so often. But by accident I managed to find a way to keep him contained. Every time he showed his face, I would scream and he would turn tail and go back the way he came. Can’t say I blame him really.
So my husband, god bless him, faced with a hysterical wife screaming down the phone at him said he would come home and save the day. I just had to hold the fort for the thirty minutes it would take him to get there. Needless to say by the time he got there I was hoarse. However at least now I had help.
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