(this will be a funnier story if you know me well enough to know how I feel about mice)
On the playground today, I noticed some chaos among most of the kids.... As I walked toward the evergrowing pile of students, I heard from another that there was a mouse. Immediate stress mode (for those of you who know me, you understand)...but I continue my walk toward them. Upon arrival, I realize one of my kids is holding it in his hands. Its a baby mouse. Stress increase! I immediately said, in my momma voice, " Put that thing down and go wash your hands! That's disgusting!" Then I realized it's now on the ground, freely able to run up my leg if it chooses to. Stress again. But I'm the adult. Hmmm....with a crowd of students waiting to see what I'm gonna do, I have to make a decision. I want it dead but first, I don't want mice guts all over my shoe and second, the kids are wanting me to help it. I take a breath and decide to use my foot to push it along and direct it to the fence....the whole time I'm freaking out on the inside! But what am I to do? I'm the adult....so here I go praying I don't have to lose my pants in front of my kids if a mouse ran up my leg! I was doing good when all of a sudden, as I was passing one of my girls, her foot slams down on top of the baby mouse (with a flip flop on). Total silence...no one moved. We all just held our mouths open..... then she raised her foot and it was still alive but dying. I said what'd you do? She said, "Mrs. Tonya, I hate them things!" I'm with her, but now I had to do something. Ugh, so I stomp the thing again to finish it off...then I hear, "Mrs Tonya killed it!!" Uh, I was trying to save the disgusting little creature for you all. But whatever. Then I had to use my foot and move the mouse to the fence. This is not part of my job description. (For the record, I'm kinda thankful for my girl.... I do not like mice. One less in this world is ok with me)
