Woke up some time before five o’clock this morning when I heard Boo growling or moaning. “Boo?” I called, to see if anything was wrong, but she wouldn’t respond. Then, because I was awake, I became aware that I had to go to the bathroom, so I got out of bed and, almost as soon as my foot hit the floor, all hell broke loose

It was still dark at that hour, so I couldn’t see Boo, I could only hear her scramble across the floor, crash into something, and scramble around some more. And I heard a mouse squeak. Frozen in mid-step, I considered the options: Turn on the lights and help her catch the mouse, or pee, then go back to bed.

Turning on the lights didn’t seem like a smart move. B wasn’t asleep, but she wasn’t fully awake, either. Turning on the lights and chasing a mouse around the room would definitely wake her up, though, and would probably make her pretty grumpy on top of it. Catching the mouse would be a big plus, but making B grumpy first thing in the morning would be an even bigger minus.

Self-making decision. I peed, then went back to bed.