It was a dark an' stormy night...
::Yaya runs frantically up the stairs, stumbling as she goes::
::Searching. Searching. Ah! There it is. Yaya grabs the baseball bat an' raises it high above her head; ready to do battle::
::Cautiously, she tip-toes closer to the stairs an' stretches her neck to see if the intruder has begun his assent to her place of safety. No signs of stair-action, thank goodness::
::Yaya listens; good hubby-buddy has his own methods for doing combat. Yaya tries to detect any sounds of struggle, but hears none::
::Just when she thinks its safe to relax her grip on the bat... BAM! Shuffle. Shuffle. Door opens. Door closes::
::Before long, good hubby-buddy returns, a CONQUEROR::
::From the bottom of the stairs, good hubby-buddy wields his own weapon an' shares the news that Yaya has been hoping for::
::We don't have a flying mouse, anymore::
::Then, he shows Yaya how he ended the bat's territorial invasion; he raises his fly-swatter in victory::
Until the next time, keep a hug on.