okay, so maybe my stove is possessed. I was having trouble sleeping last night, partly due to menopause and partly due to the fact that part 1 of the reunion of real housewives of nyc was repeating and I had missed it the first time around, so I was up till 1 am. Anyways, I'm watching the tv and I hear a strange noise coming from the kitchen...like a tapping noise. It's 11:45 pm and John is sound asleep. I went and stood by the doorway to the kitchen and the noise kept happening over near the stove area. I went in and turned on the light and the noise stopped for a few minutes then started up again. Was it coming from the vent over the stove? Maybe a little finch had flown into the vent opening outside and had gotten caught, I do have a feeder right outside the vent, or maybe it was a bat....we have them flying around the house in to evening. No not living at our house, just circling and eating mosquitos and going home to the quarry when the light of day begins.

Back to the noise, I checked in the oven, on top of the stove, in the warming drawer, while I checked all was quiet, but when I stopped making noise...it started. "John, there's something in my oven and it's freaking me out. Can you get up and check it out for me?"

Two adults one in his briefs and a pait of leather gloves, in case he has to catch something, tip toe into the kitchen. Opening all the drawers that I opened and nothing. Maybe I should put the stove on self cleaning and torch the demon. John thought that was just crazy sleep deprived talk. But I thought it was an ok one....he would be the one to remove the crispy carcass wouldn't he?

Final decision...must be a mouse. Set a trap and go to bed. The thing had to be as big as a rat with the amount of scratching noises it was making. John has returned to bed, but me, the brave one, has remained up. I'll close the 1/2 farm door between the kitchen and living room so the creature can't come into the room that I am in. I swear it was slamming it's body against the door. The house makes all these creaking noises when I'm the only one awake.

My hero John removed the tiny mouse from the trap the next morning and BONUS! made me a fresh pot of coffee. What a wonderful man.