NOOOOoooooo...ooo...oo...oo...o...o... (cough, cough)

I have a mouse. A mouse. At this time of the year. What the heck is going on in the world?? The animals are requiring air conditioning now or what? So, I hear this noise. Rustling, really. I'm at my computer which is just outside the kitchen area. I walk over and open the cupboard. YES! There you are you little bugger! He looks at me, I look at him. I tell him, 'You know... You should leave.' He looks at me in his smug little 'yagottacatchmefirst' way. I then tell him, 'I have tools, you know. Implements of destruction. Things that will make you scream.' He stares me down. He might be winning the stare contest, actually. Not a freaking blink. I give him one last chance. 'If you leave, you can save us both a lot of trouble. I'm committed to a fight to the end.' I've given him fair warning. There will be no surprises. He will succumb. He then runs RIGHT AT ME and leaps, gliding through the air, landing on MY LEG! AGHHHHH! He looks at me for a split second with his beady little eyes, the evil laughter emitting from deep in his throat and he jumps away. Parting words shooting over his shoulder 'We'll see who wins'.

I'm scared.