He Shouldn't Have told Me!

The other night Brian told me something he shouldn't have... He calmly said, "Guess what I saw today?" Me: What? Him: "I saw a MOUSE in the GARAGE!!!!" After I started breathing again I said, "You Did???!! Where???!!!!" He said, "I actually saw him twice, he's hiding under the outside fridge" Now at this point I started shaking... you know how you do when you almost hit a cat, or a bird almost flies into your windshield...yep just like that (not that either of the above things have happened to me) :) So, yesterday, I stayed inside all day... other then walking to my neighbors (in which I didn't have to go in the garage) all of a sudden I was afraid of EVERY little crack or empty space... what if there are mice everywhere... what if there is a nest full of little mice in the garage, just waiting to come out and attack me... Ugh, have I ever mentioned that I HATE mice! I can deal with snakes, spiders, lizards, etc... but MICE! No Way! When we first moved here, the people before us had left a nice little tally on the wall of how many mice they had spoted & killed in their garage... it gave me peace of mind to see 5 or 6 little marks... when we first moved in I was helping Brian out and mowing the backyard, when one of Cinderella's little friends got in my way & I didn't notice what had happened until my 2nd time around the yard ( I won't go into too much detail) I screamed while doing a crazy dance & ran in the house, leaving the rest of the yard for Brian to finish, since then, I scared them all off and we haven't had any... until NOW! I better get mowing again. :) I had promised the kids we would watch Ratitouee (sp?) yesterday, so all day MICE where on my mind... do I really dare go in my garage again? What if it jumps out at me... if I see it, we're moving! :)