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Andy's Version of the Story: Drew woke us up this morning with the announcement that there was a mouse in the toilet. Sure enough there was. Beth came up with an idea to capture him in a yoghurt container, I managed to do it, and then tossed him way over the fence into the grave yard. Hopefully he will decide he is a country mouse and not a city mouse after that experience.

Verbatim of the Conversation


Andy and I are sound asleep.


Drew: There's a mouse in the toilet.


Andy: What?


Drew: There's a mouse in the toilet. 

Andy: What did you say?


Beth: There's a mouse in the toilet. M-O-U-S-E. Drew, is he alive?


Drew: Yes, he's swimming around and I have to go!


Andy gets up to look and then comes back into the bedroom and stands, staring at the window.


Beth: Is it really a mouse?


Andy: Yes.


Beth: What are you doing?


Andy: Trying to figure out how to get him out.


Beth: A stick?


Andy: A stick??


Beth: Yes, so that he can climb out.


Andy: You want him to climb out and then run around the house.


Beth: Well...no.


Andy moves the mosquito net aside and sits down on the corner of the bed.


Beth: Lord Jesus, we have a mouse in the toilet. We have NO idea how to get that mouse out. Any ideas would be much appreciated.


Silence.


Beth: What about dipping him out with a yogurt container?

We did--see first paragraph.


The end.