So last night Rob and I sat down to watch a psychological thriller. I don't usually love scary movies, but I can certainly enjoy a good thinker once in a while...but I have to be in the mood and it has to end nicely (or else I will stay up WAY too late trying to act normal).
Maybe half way through the movie, I heard a noise. Thinking I was just getting paranoid, I waited a few minutes before asking Rob if he heard it too.
He graciously paused (which I appreciated - rather than telling me there was nothing and that I was just being a big baby). I swear to you, I could hear a mouse coming from our storage/utility closet. Rob is the strong man in our house who deals with the rodents as I usually run upstairs to take my place on top of our counters. He opened the door to the closet and sure enough, in the middle of our movie, we caught a mouse...and it hadn't died yet.
So I ran to my post upstairs while our movie was paused and Rob took care of the mouse. Honestly, I think the mouse was scarier than the movie - but the combo was lethal. Just seemed like strange timing.
Also, maybe an encouragement not to watch scary, unedifying movies...
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