A FREAKIN MOUSE fell from the top of the staircase to the floor beside us when we were just chilling in the living room last night. Tom tried to chase him away... Mouse didn't even move! (which makes me think he has a disease of some sort)... I freaked out. While Tom caught him I looked up an exterminator and told Tom we were LEAVING until this place was clean. (you know, we'd WALK to a hotel because our car is still in the shop).
Then, out of desperation (from the mice and his freaking out wife), Tom opened the front door: The cat was sitting right there! Missing for days and had returned for this pivotal moment! I started praying out loud for the cat to come inside... She stood up, and promptly walked inside. PRAISE THE LORD!
This morning an exterminator came. Extra point for me.
We will eventually sleep again. Right?