SUPRISE! We Have a Guest

This morning started out being a wonderful Saturday morning.  The sun was shining and I was doing my best to sleep in.  Royd had left for his annual birthday hunt, and I had nothing planned for the day.  I was laying in bed trying to figure out my plan of attack.  I was thinking of going to work-out, then decided I better get a jump start on house cleaning.  My bathroom was on top of the list. 
I sauntered into he toilet room for the morning ritual.  I looked into the toilet and saw some strange leftovers from he person who who went before me.  They were small and curious.  I didn't give much other thought to it.  I sat down and did my business.  I stood, reached over, and flushed.  Then from under the lip of the seat jumped a mouse!  Spiders, bug, snakes, they don't bother me. Rodents, on the other hand, creep me out.  I screamed hysterically and ran out of the room.  Reese and Quade were in my room and were thoroughly enjoying the show.  Their laughter drowned out my screams (I am sure I was quite a sight). 
I called Royd and explained to him what had happened, adrenaline rushing my words.  He told me to make sure it was flushed down the toilet, and to flush several more times to make sure it was down.  I sent Quade into look.  He came back saying the coast was clear.  So, I went to look but still could not go alone, so I pushed Reese out in front of me.  I made him look.  He said he saw a tail, but I thought he was trying to scare me even more.  Quade said he saw it too.  I still thought they were trying to take advantage of the state I was in.  I demanded they lift the seat.  Quade flipped it up, and out jumped a half drowned rodent.  I screamed even louder this time and ran to the other end of the house. 
Grandma Darrington has having a hard time figuring out what was going on.  She heard the commotion, but thought we were super excited about something because of the laughter that accompanied my fear.  I informed her of what had happen and she went to get a broom. 
I called Royd again, this time a little more hysterical (if that is even possible).  His instructions were to place towel  under the other doors in the bathroom, so the mouse could not go anywhere.  Then send Reese in with a broom, plunger, anything.  He also said to get Millie and lock her in with the mouse for 30 minutes.  While I was getting the instructions, I shouted to Quade to get the towel. 
I was telling the boys they were going to have to take care of this, I just couldn't do it.  They proved to be pretty much worthless.  Neither one of them were brave enough to handle the situation.  I didn't know what I was going to do.  Had it been a snake or a spider, I would have had no problem. 
Meanwhile Grandma was preparing for battle.  She put rubber bands on her pant legs (I assume to keep the mouse out), and armed herself with a broom.  She shut the doors of the bathroom, and got to work.  We could hear a few bangs.  When she exited the bathroom we knew she had been successful.  The mouse had been successfully flushed down the toilet.  Thank goodness we had Grandma to save the day.

I think I am going to have a hard time cleaning my bathroom today, and nightmares all night.  I keep thinking how close I was to the mouse when I had used the bathroom.  It sends chills down my spine.  I have learned my lesson.  Moral of the story: If there are leftovers in the toilet, no matter how small, flush first.  You never know the person that left them may still be there.  The other thing I have learnd is, WE NEED A CAT!