So this year I bought a little bit of candy to make me and Phil Easter baskets. I've had an Easter basket since I was a toddler, and I couldn't quite break the tradition. However, I kept this a surprise ALL week. I made up the baskets when Phil was out at a meeting on Wednesday and hid them under the bed, thinking they'd be safe there. (He never looks under the bed anyways).
On Thursday night we were getting ready for bed. I'm brushing my teeth. Phil hesitantly says something about seeing a mouse... or a dustball...go under the office door. We have lots of dustballs when we haven't vacuumed the wood floors in two weeks, so we decided it was a dustball.
At least, that's what we thought. Until Saturday. I deemed Saturday morning "cleaning day" and asked Phil to vacuum under our bed, which housed a virtual herd of dustballs. Ew.
I was fortunate and my brain reminded me to re-hide my surprise Easter baskets before he followed my wishes. As I pulled them out from under the bed, I noticed a strange York peppermint. The wrapper on this particular mint had been pulled half back and there were little teeth marks where a little visitor had eaten away the dark chocolate shell (delicious). I thought this was very funny, but decided not to tell Phil of the evidence of a mouse until after Easter morning, instead hiding the baskets on the closet floor. I didn't want to ruin the surprise!
Well. Phil ruined THAT plan. In the middle of Saturday night, Phil wakes me up. "Tammi" -he whispers - "I JUST heard something rolling across the floor!" I, of course, know immediately what it was, and, with midnight grogginess clouding my judgment, I muttered something about it being the Easter basket candy. Phil was reliably surprised and disbelieving, so I got up to show him the baskets.
Sure enough, that nice peppermint patty I was going to show him? Totally disappeared! And the funnier thing? The wrapper was still only half undone, still neatly sitting in the basket! It was CRAZY. I guess he rolled that peppermint right out of the closet! We got a really good laugh out of it.
We have yet to find any other evidence of our chocolate-covered-mint-loving little friend. He apparently does not live around our house... at least, not on the floors of our closets.