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Many years ago,when I worked nights,I was rudely awakened by what sounded like a fight and what was definately my wife screaming in the living room.I rolled out of bed wearing all the clothes I was born with,grabbed my S&W 41mag off the night stand and beat feet for the living room.When I turned the corner there was the wife,broom in hand,beating a poor little mouse,that had climbed up the back of the couch,and screaming like a banchee with every hit.It's funny now,but it took a long time for adrenalen to wear off so I could get back to sleep.