Get Me The Hell Out Of Here!

The mouse is back. Just came home from a farewell dinner with some friends and as I am logging into my computer what do I see!? Oh god, he was just sitting there on the rug in the living room. I jumped up and was standing on the couch as he ran underneath it, I freaked. I ran screaming into the dining room, then into the kitchen, hung a left down the hallway, took the stairs three at a time, and went flying into the bedroom where Scott was fast asleep..."was" being the key word. I must have looked like an escaped mental patient. I wouldn't mind but I had just calmed down about the whole thing and believed everyone that told me the first one was a wayward singleton....you liars.