I'm really not sure how he got there. Elizabeth was the one to point out the little mouse that was swimming laps around our porcelain commode when she went to go poop.
I only stopped screaming about five minutes ago, when I finally ran out of chocolate.
What did you do with the mouse?
ReplyDeleteWhoa!
ReplyDeleteYou might have stopped screaming - but I just started! Eeek!
ReplyDeleteOh my. This may be the thing that finally pushes you over the edge. You have any wine left from the night of the poo hunt? I hear the 2 buck chuck at Trader Joes is decent.
ReplyDeleteWhen I lived in Boston, we had a bat that flew down the chimney and terrorized us for about 2 hours before we finally got a sheet over him and threw it all outside. I was ready to just move. Give up the apartment to that bat. I think I'd feel the same about a mouse in the toilet.
Oh my! We only have had dead mice in our house (thanks to our cats). Live and swimming - eeek!
ReplyDeleteYuck.
ReplyDeleteHey, does this mean Charlie is not going on a "business trip?"
Tracy
HAHAHAHA. Okay, I laughed until I almost wet myself. That is awesome, and totally disgusting and worrisome at the same time! I won't be able to sit on the pot for weeks to come without seeing that guy.
ReplyDeleteYuck. Yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck. I have a dreadful fear of things coming out of the toilet to get me whilst I poo, and I know this guy didn't swim up in there, but still. Thanks for confirming there IS something to fear!!
ReplyDeleteIs the mouse any explanation for William not having a BM? I hope Charlie was home to help you out with this one....I would have just shut the lid and let him keep on swimming until my hubby came home to rescue me!
ReplyDeleteJust when I think "she can't beat a story" she comes up with a better one! I have NEVER seen such a thing. Words just leave me on this one. Ditto to all thing BD
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