Why God?

I know there are a lot of "Why God" things in life, some of them weigh heavy on us and some not so heavy. This past weekend I learned something that one day I will take directly to the Maker. "Why God did you create something that can poop while it is running?" This obviously, fits into the not so heavy category, but still to me, trying to keep life together in "the abode," am puzzled by this gross and uncomfortable truth.

It all began, several weeks ago. I was awoken in the middle of the night to something running up my leg. It is never good to be awoken this way (that is, unless Snickers bars had legs). Doing a downward panic movement, similar to the "worm" dance move of the 80's, I managed to get the little someone special to go back down my leg instead of up towards my face (thank the Lord, or I might not be present to share this story with you today, I just might have been still on the run). So, I felt it run back down my leg and land with a thud at the foot of our bed. Paralyzed with fear, disgust, and confusion I shook Brian awake, who, I am hoping he was still asleep when he told me "it was late and it was nothing" and that "you were just dreaming, probably." Um no, I probably wasn't dreaming and now I will unleash the pregnancy hormones and tired of camping in my own house feelings that have been brewing for months to get everybody in my power awake in our household to find where that little critter went b/c if he can crawl up my leg one time, he can do it anytime until he has been placed back into the great outdoors.

~Fast Forward two weeks~
We never found what crawled up my leg that night and I assumed it must have been a lizard, which was somewhat comforting to me for some reason...I feel like I really am becoming a survival of the fittest kind of woman when that type of reasoning is okay with me. Anywho, several nights ago Brian and I were watching SportsCenter together (a favorite pastime of ours going back to the dating days), when out of the corner of my eye I saw something scurry into our room from the bathroom. I don't think things should crawl up your leg in the middle of the night and I don't think things should scurry out from your bathroom-ever-unless it is wrapped in footie cozy pajamas and born from your own body! I told Brian what I saw and he assured me it was again "probably nothing" or maybe I mistook whatever I saw for a piece of paper lying on the floor. Paper? Did he say paper? I am not taking "nothing" for an answer this time & paper was too odd to accept, so, I make him get up to make as valiant an effort as I have ever seen him make, to locate this mystery, b/c until I see it scurry back into the bathroom, I don't know what it is and where & whom it is visiting. Armed with an ever so dangerous badminton racket, he moves the bed, pushes some stuff around, shifts some clothes around off the floor (that's right I have clothes on the floor), and checks out the bathroom. He finds nothing, but the words "just try to go to sleep and I'll protect you." Um no, that is not sounding like a good plan to me, after all, there really is no such thing as protecting someone while you are asleep, right!? Plus, I think that is what was happening the night it crawled up my leg. Someone in our cozy king bed may still have been a little groggy, but the one carrying twins was wide awake. I pleaded for a night in the car, made cases for it's soft leather seats, protective glass windows, and gentle reclining passenger seat. No luck, but I did manage to move myself into Addie's bed for the night. And with a towel tucked forcefully under the door-I slept like a baby. Our little special friend could make new friends and climb up someone else's leg for the night...the one holding the badminton racket in his sleep.
The next day, a dear friend of ours, who is in the critter business, came by and armed us with traps and made me privy to the fact that mice poop while they run.

Why God?


This little black contraption above (aka The Trapper T-Rex) caught our 4-legged friend...
Brian wanted me to note, on the first night we set it out...as if he gets bonus points for that amazing feat :)

Titus, b/c every post needs to end on a good note.

Sweet dreams and don't let the bed bugs bite.