So last night a get a phone call from my nurse... The same nurse that is sitting in Sam's room for the night. So you can only imagine what was going through my head when I saw her number come up on my caller ID. I pick up the phone and said what's wrong? She tells me a mouse ran out from behind Sam's crib under the door and down the stairs. So I immediately start SCREAMING! Scott jumps up and starts running in circles asking "What do I do, what do I do? So I said "How the F*%$# am I supposed to know, go get rid of it!" So at 10pm Scott's running around our living room/ kitchen area with a flashlight in one hand and a swiffer in the other. I don't know what he thought he was going to do with the swiffer? Clean the mouse maybe? All of a sudden the mouse comes running out from behind the couch and what does Scott do??? He runs away too. Way to go Scooter... There was no way I could help him. I was so freaked out! Instead, I took pictures of Scott running around the house trying to be our brave knight in shinning armour.