Last night, I was in the kitchen taking out the trash. I got the new trash liner out and I flipped it in the air to open it so I could put it in the can. Then suddenly, I felt something in my pant leg. It startled me, since I couldn’t figure out what it could be. It felt like a dryer sheet was stuck at about my knee level, but I had been wearing the pants for a few hours and just noticed the odd feeling. So, there I was shaking my leg trying to dislodge whatever it was, looking like I was trying out for the local showing of the River Dance. Finally, after a lot of odd gyrations, whatever it was broke loose and I felt a thump on my foot. To my surprise I saw a fur-less tail and beady eyes look at me for an instant before that little guy ran off in terror.
A MOUSE had climbed up my pants. I live in a old farm house and anyone who has ever lived in a drafty old house knows that winter means mice. Apparently, the mouse had decided to come out of its hiding place to forage for food at the exact time I flipped the bag open making lots of noise. I assumed it scared the poor little thing and it chose the closest dark hide-a-way it could find…which happened to be my pants leg.
So, the mouse and myself got a little fright last night.