shvic and the loo, and what she found there

Its hard to blog stories....they always seem to ramble....but I need to share! Beware, though, this story is not for the feint of heart....or something.

Several days ago, I woke in the wee hours of the morning. 4 in the morning. Nature called. *nuff said* unwilling to fully wake up, I decided NOT to turn on the light, unless it was just too dark. I peered into the shadowy toilet room, focusing on the loo.

*something dark lingered inside*

wearry, fearing the worst, cursing the fact I had to wake up, I flipped on the switch.

*eeeeeee*

There, inside the toilet....was a mouse. I stood, gazing, transfixed, trying to figure out if it were alive or not. It wasnt moving. It was submerged in water, and not moving.

Now, if it were moving, I would have rescued it. Even nasty rodents dont deserve to die in a toilet.

But, it was dead, and in the toilet. so, deciding that I couldnt deal with it on my own.....and my sister's reaction would be....ahhh priceless, I left it there, used the other loo on the other side of the house and went to bed.

Hey, four in the morning, half asleep isnt a great time to make decisions!

Throughout the night....strange dreams followed this traumatic experience. The most vivid of which, my sister saving the mouse and keeping it as a pet. *something she might have done*

haha.....

so 8 a.m. roles around. Finally, her noisey, early morning ramblings will comeback to bite her! HAHA......

So she opens the door. I layed in bed waiting.....

She could either not see it and use the loo and then see it, or see it, or just not see it at all.....

haha....

five seconds after those thoughts occured in my mind...she squeals! saying mommy! theres a mouse in the toilet.....

mom comes down

she screams and leaves

anywho, after this, I think mom closed the lid, crossed her fingers and flushed.

This story is a lesson to always look before you sit, always close the lid before bed, and a mouse in the toilet is always good for a few laughs...