There's a mouse in the living room. I was just sitting there, reading my paper, minding my own business when he scampered past my side table. My reaction to this was to jump out of my chair and state in a loud voice to Miss Lilly: "Mouse!". She decided she was finished napping and sauntered out of the room.
I did, however get Jay's attention. He came in the room and we cornered mouse behind the organ. With us on both ends of the thing Jay looked at me, sizing up my level of fear and said "Can you kill it?" and handed me a folded up newspaper. I shot him a look and came over and got a ream of paper from the computer desk. Took up my position and Jay yanked the organ away from the wall. Sending candles, glass ornaments and Great Grandpa Weinhart crashing to the floor.
One more yank on the organ and mouse ran out between my feet. I threw the ream of paper and was in the kitchen in two steps. Mouse is in a cluttered corner by the book cases where he can just stay for all I care.
It's just a mouse right ?