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But the other night, Eddie was snoring so I went into the second bedroom. I am just about to fall asleep in there, and I here the scritch of a mouse. At least I hope it is a mouse, not a rat.
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I can see a lot (the window shade is open and the light of the city is coming in) but I don't see it. So I lean to get a better look. My bed creaks, and the mouse scritches faster and then stops.
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Oh my, a Mexican standoff.
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So I look some more, I don't see anything, but I hear the mouse rattling around near the far wall.
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And then I remember, I have a terrier. Terrier are raters for goodness sake. I saw Hastings kill a rat the size of a football in zero seconds flat, I know Trevor can take this mouse.
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So I creep out of bed and walk slowly to the door. I can hear the mouse somewhere, trying to skootch away. I am going to open the door and get Trevor...
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I open the door and tip toe out towards the other room, when Tervor and I run into each other. I made an interjection that didn't all seem like a girly scream, and Trevor barked in a way that did not at all resemble a freaked out pup. And we realized that we had been stalking each other on opposite sides of the wall.
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We adjourned to our separate beds and felt both silly and relieved.