Damn't!!! WHERE IS A MAN WHEN YOU NEED HIM? At 5:45 a.m., he's probably sleeping, perhaps snoring, and maybe scratchin' "the boys." I've been up all night writing, and was about to go to bed... only to discover a MOUSE IN MY HOUSE! I'm a pretty tough broad, but I can't stand suffering... and my damn cats are running around, passing off this poor mouse as if it were a basketball in the NBA finals! The poor thing gets away for a moment... I SCREAM, and then SCREAM again, frantically trying to figure out how to save it! This is a time when I want a damn man around... to rescue... THE MOUSE!
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