When I really need him...

In the relationship between my husband and I, there are some things, duties, or jobs that very clearly belong to one or the other of us.

He takes care of the vehicles.

I take care of electronics, all computers and repairs included.

I do most of the cleaning.

He takes care of all plumbing issues. Most generally these issues involve plunging the toilet which is almost always his fault to begin with, but he does take care of my hair clogged drains as well.

See, we have it all worked out like that.

One very important role, is that he is absolutely to take care of all nuisance in the form or bugs, rodents, or otherwise un named icky stuff.

It is with that role I have a problem today.

There is mouse, trapped in my garage, on one of those sticky traps.

I don't deal well with mice. Not well at all. In fact, the moment I saw it, and realized what I was seeing, i fled the scene. I don't just mean I turn around and walked out, but I mean that I beat feet, left my trash laying in the garage, and got the hay up out of there. I would imagine that animators could have used my real life action scene to vividly create a great new Scooby Doo and Shaggy scene.

Anywho, the mouse is still there, because I don't do mice. I don't. I just can't. Now, I imagine that it will need to be taken care of before he comes home. I'm thinking that I'm going to have to beg a favor of a friends. That, or if some random husband happens to walk out, I plan on asking very sweetly if they can help me. I'll even barter with cookies and brownies. I just need it taken care of before I can go back in there.

Please. Someone help.