I have a mouse in the house. I almost fainted. Sitting in the bathroom last night and one ran across the floor under the radiator. Picture me screaming at the top of my lungs and waking up the kids. I think it is my instinct. I ran out of the bathroom and closed the door. Hubby went in and couldn't see anything. So I go back and out runs the mouse again only this time trying to get out of the bathroom and bonking his head on the door (kind of feels like an analogy for the weight-loss journey, huh)? Anyway, the mouse runs back under the radiator. So we close the bathroom door and stuff towels under it so that I don't have to worry about the mouse while we are sleeping. Now hubby has to set traps. It is an old house built in 1925 and it is our first winter in it - so I guess a mouse or two is to be expected. I can't help it - I scream every time I see one!
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Aww sorry about your WI, hopefully the thryroid checkup will help you out a bit more.
My mom's house was only 20-30years old when we were growing up and man we had mice all the time! I had a similar one going to the bathroom in the middle of the night, eeek, gross, I can't stand them. We had a cat that worked pretty decent but sometimes she got lazy and let the mice run away :).
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