Yesterday I was taking Roshani down to the basement to show her some lighting, and discovered a mouse just sitting in the middle of the concrete floor. One of us may have squealed, but honestly, I'm not sure who. I do know that we stood there, discussing what to do about it for quite a while, before I finally gave up and came upstairs and asked Kevin to please deal with it. Which he did, catching it and releasing it outside.
I'm pretty sure I lost a few bad-ass feminist points there. Sigh.