So last night my husband invites Edwina to the garage. She claims she didn't leave anything in there. So he carries her to the garage. She claims she left something on the stove (right, Edwina cooking!) He's not buying it. SHe waits until his back is turned looking for the mouse and she makes a break for the door -- this time saying the phone is ringing.

Then when I get home she give me a story about the giant rat with glowing red eyes that she chased down in the garage.

I may not have a mouser but the next Sarah Bernhardt she is!