Creatures

This may be why God gave me three little men.

In the last week there have been two (dead) mice that left our house. I should not have been surprised that my boys can handle this, finding it exciting and wonderful.

Rhyle pulled the first sprung trap out and proudly brought it (dangerously, uncomfortably)close to my face to show me. Then Braden, in his rush out to school, nonchalantly asked Owen to "take care of that mouse." Owen asked me how to open the trap to get the mouse out, but I didn't know and didn't want to figure it out. So I left my boys to ponder the trap. They triumphantly, exultantly came upstairs a short while later to show me that they had pried the trap open and HERE was the mouse (in a box, again WAY too close to my face.) Mouse is now gone. Hands are well washed.

Yesterday, there was a snake in our downstairs bathroom. From a distance I saw a longish black snake slithering across the floor. (Okay, I'm NOT exaggerating! It was at least a foot long. You can ask Owen! He saw it first.) So I called Braden and he came home to save us (even though I didn't ask him to. Isn't he wonderful?). Owen and I had blocked the crack under the door. . . but, alas, the snake was undetectable. I hope not to post about the snake again. I'm pretending I didn't see it at all. Just like I'm pretending that the two mice didn't have any mouse babies or friends and relations.