So, despite what I claimed in the one about the pigeon, it turns out that I am actually a bit freaked out by other uninvited live animals in my home.
The other night it was rainy and stormy outside, and feeling sorry for the cat, I tried to get him to come inside. I could just make him out, crouching near the kitchen door. I thought he was sheltering from the storm and was afraid to run in.
I called and made welcoming noises.
I was a bit surprised* when instead of my cat, a mouse ran in. And proceeded to sprint around the kitchen.
Followed by our cat.
I called** for some assistance and Aksel and my parents came (running) to see what was going on.
The mouse hid under the fridge and a fun hour was had (by Aksel and my dad) trying to coax it out. When they finally did get it out, it did a bit more dashing around before it headed out into the night again.
Typically, by this time the cat had totally lost interest and sort of wandered away in disgust, oblivious to all the fuss he caused.
I watched from a safe distance. Turns out I am a total girly when it comes to little brown mice running around the house.
(But I'm not a bit bothered by spiders. Honest.)
* totally freaked out
** screamed in horror