What happened when this mum found a 'mouse in her son's room' will have you in stitches

We couldn't imagine anything worse than finding a mouse in our house, never mind in one of our kids' bedrooms.

But unfortunately for Laura Mazza, that was one scenario she had to face recently, when she opened the door to her son's room. 

"OK so I've been debating whether to post this because I'm convinced people will think I'm an incapable human being at life and adulthood but I've figured they're right and I may as well," the mum-of-two wrote in a post on Instagram. 

"Today I saw a mouse in my son's room.

"A mouse."

Opening up about her reaction upon seeing the creature, Laura explained how she froze and struggled to find her breath, only being forced into action when her daughter decided to walk into the room. 

"It was the loudest noooooooooooooooooooooo I've ever made in my life," she explained, before closing the door and leaving "little Jerry" to his own devices. 

Desperate for help to deal with the situation, Laura rings her husband who is in work. Explaining that there is a mouse in the house, she urges him to come home quickly – a plea of help to which he only laughs at. 

Afraid that the presence of one mouse will only bring more into the home, Laura admits to her husband that she is freaking out. 

 

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"'Where is it?' he asks. 'In Luca's room.'"

"'Where?'"

"'I dunno, I'll open the door.'"

And now the story gets even more interesting. 

Upon opening the door, Laura finds the mouse in the exact same spot, and cries down the phone that he's dead. 

Unable to really do anything, Laura's husband tells her he has to go to a meeting and hangs up. 

The mum is left to her own devices. 

"I'm alone and I need to be the brave one… so I take a couple of swigs of whiskey and say 'OK Laura, today is the day you will fight your biggest fear in life and remove a dead mouse from your house'," she wrote. 

"I said this about 10 times in the mirror before I bolted down the door and went charging with a piece of paper screaming like the warrior woman I am and charge up onto this dead mouse in my house and I realise … I realise it's not a mouse. 

"No, not a mouse at all…

"It's a tiny leopard… A tiny toy leopard. 

 

Okay so I've been debating whether to post this because I'm convinced people will think I'm an incapable human being at life and adulthood but I've figured they're right and I may as well. Today I saw a mouse in my sons room. A mouse. Stewart Little has decided to come in my house and set up camp near my sons drawers. (Not his pants American people, his clothes drawer thing) I saw it and I froze And it was the kinda freeze that you feel like you shouldn't even breathe. Where your air escapes your lungs. I'm trying to find my pulse again when my daughter decided to strut into the room with her toddler swag and I screamed no! And it wasn't just any no. It was the loudest noooooooooooooooooooooo I've ever made in my life. So I shut the door and I leave little Jerry (Tom's mate) to his own devices. I decided to call my husband because there's a mouse in the house, and when there is a mouse in the house other than blow torching the house down there isn't much in the way of rational thinking. He answers the phone and I say "mouse" I stutter because I'm fucking terrified. This is no Mickey Mouse okay. This is ratatouille but smaller and he isn't making some delicious soup, he's gonna spray out pebble poo and make babies everywhere and in my sons ears and they'll crawl in my mouth… mouse in my mouth!!! "Huh?" He says "Mouse in house" I say still shaken "Cat in hat" he replies. "No babe, there's a mouse in Luca's room! You need to come home NOW and take it outside!" "Oh Bub you just take it outside, or just kill it" "Kill it???" Obviously this guy hasn't seen the movie 'Witches' where the witch turns into a mouse after eating soup and gets stomped on by the chef and green pus sprays out. "There are children in the house, your children. You need to come here. I can't save them" He laughs. He thinks I'm joking. This face isn't joking. This face is scared that this mouse is going to radio the rescuers and call his other mice friends to come and have a pebble poo party orgy. NOT ON MY WATCH MOUSE. Not on my watch. But of course he can't see my face because he's on the phone. "Okay I'm being serious there's a mouse in the house and I'm … more in comments

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"I nod to myself and say 'we shall never tell a soul about this'.

"My husband got home four hours later and asked me how I went….I said 'Mate, I handled that shit'."

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