Mickey!?
I'm not a sissy when it comes to bugs or critters . Or at least I didn't think so until this week. I've held a scorpion, killed a tarantula with my shoe (which took several ugly blows), killed a gecko that sneaked home in my suitcase from Mexico, and even helped Nathan catch a snake that made its' way into our basement. I didn't even wear oven mitts . Plus, I was a girl scout for 12 years. I think that statement alone says enough (or at least explains my struggles with my weight; 12 years is a LOT of Thin Mints!). Then Monday night I became one of those women . You know, the ones who can't handle a little critter or bug. My reaction surprised even me. Nathan & I were in bed watching TV. Our cat, Tootsie, entered the room and we noticed something was in her mouth. Then she dropped what appeared to be a lifeless mouse on our bedroom floor. Or, so we thought. The mouse suddenly jumped up and ran! It went under the TV cabinet and then into Nat...