The 2 a.m. Visitor

Okay - really funny story about the other night - but first I have to give some history. When we moved into our house (newly built) 3.5 years ago, a family of mice had already moved in. Builders aren't real big on closing doors, and our little friends had let themselves in. Long story short, we ended up catching 9 (yes NINE) mice in all, but not before one ran across our bed, while I was in it AND awake, reading a book. (We believe this particular mouse had gotten into some poison and was acting erratically). NOT a fun experience. My skin still crawls thinking about it.

So then the other night, at 2:00 a.m. I wake up to hear a distinct scratching sound just 3-4 feet from my head. In 1/2 a second I jumped onto Mark. My poor husband woke up to his wife sitting on him, face in his, whispering "There's something in here!!!" He flips on the light and we force ourselves to look over at the floor by my side of the bed. What I saw was just hilarious. On top of a pillow on the floor, there was Chewy, Noah's hamster, standing on his hind legs, ears perked up, looking at me with big bright eyes. It was so cute - and the fact that it wasn't a mouse again, made him even cuter. I scooped him up and took him back to his cage, from which he had escaped through a loose vent in the roof.

We thought the funniest part about this is that instead of anywhere else in the house he could have gone, he came into our bedroom, around to my side of the bed and climbed up on a pillow, seemingly in search of me. I imagine once he got out, he didn't know where to go or what to do, so searched out the person who takes care of him. Wish I could have gotten a picture . . . .

Oh yeah, by the way, this is my 100th post!!!!! Wow!