The SCREAM heard 'round the world!

Okay, let me first start off by stating a fact.
I am a pansy in the worst way when it comes to 'creatures'. Frogs, snakes, MICE, bugs, etc. I don't like them... and as much as I try to be brave... I am not. I AM A PANSY!
So imagine my horror when in the last 3 days, we've caught two mice. (And by we, I mean JOHN!) I asked him last night if he sealed up the hole left in the laundry room floor by old plumbing, he said "Yeah, I stuffed some insulation down it."
Ugh... NOTE to HUSBAND: Mice can chew through almost any substance known to man. Especially the soft fluffy stuff. (Can I hear a "Here's you Sign?")
Sigh...
As luck would have it this morning... I see another freakin' mouse come out of the laundry room.
Great, John's at work and today is laundry day.
So, I am a brave woman, I find the mouse traps. (I have never set one in my entire life, but they come with directions!) I set TWO before I take the boys to school... dang, I am a bad ass!
Then, the thought occurs to me...what the heck am I going to do if I actually catch it?? (I have seriously downgraded from 'bad ass' to PANSY!)
No worries, I didn't catch it. Oh no, that things got to run a few laps around my house before he can find my trap. EEKS.... and yes, I was screaming!
SNAP... he finally finds the trap. And when I am brave enough to walk over to it, I see it's still MOVING!! (More screams... )
So I find a shovel, and try to scoop it up... but no, it's got to flip over.
Meanwhile my TWO year old boy says "I have a idea... let's pick it up."
And believe me, I thought about having him do it... but what would that do to my ego?? Even us pansies have pride...
So I grab another stick, wipe the sweat from my brow, and flip it onto the shovel. Kyle opens the back door for me, and I throw the whole thing out the back door. I shut the door, lock both locks, and think...
A. I am a BAD ASS PANSY...
and
B. John's honey do list just got a little longer.
And how is your morning??