3:00 a.m. BF goes to the restroom. There is a slam against the wall. After that there is silence.
What on earth is going on? I worry that BF has fallen or is deathly ill. From the bathroom I hear, "Lauren?" Uh oh.
"It appears that I'm in a standoff with a mouse," BF calls from behind the closed bathroom door. BF is trapped in the bathroom with a critter. The bathroom is small. The BF is brave.
We brainstorm through the door to figure out a solution. The little mouse is scared senseless and is probing for an exit and finally takes refuge between the toilet tank and the wall. Same place that I go when I'm spooked. Not really, that's gross and I'm far too large to fit.
The next day BF enters the bathroom to remove the mouse that should be in the box. But wait...there is no mouse to be found. Maybe he rode a frog to freedom?