Mr. Mouse

For those of you that know me, you would know that when I travel to other countries, I can usually manage to embarass myself pretty good or somehow just miss the mark which leads to people laughing at me. So far into my time in Costa Rica I have yet to do anything of the sort (though there is still plenty of time). So far all the funny stories have happen to someone else and I have had the enjoyment of simple watching.
The latest of events comes once again from my Tico family. Bekii and I had settled down for a nice movie on Wednesday night, when all of a sudden we heard a scream of utter terror from Melissa our host sister. We were immediately concerned, because this scream wasn't the oh you scared me scream, this was the my life is just about over type of scream. I was thinking that some robber had broken into the house and I was going to have you use my special combat skills that I learned from all my years of watching wrestling on TV. We crept into the kitchen and didn't see or hear anything and then out into the office area, where we heard Melissa whimpering. Bekii knocked on the bedroom door to ask what had happen. All I hear from the office is El Raton or mouse/rat. So the scream of death was over Mr. Mickey Mouse that was interested in a bite to eat for dinner, it was unfortunate that he came to eat the same time as Melissa.
I tell this story in good humor because I'm sure we all have our own fears that cause remarkably improper reactions, so I hope that I will not have to write any stories about my little friends that scare me to death :).