So my father stayed the night last night.

This morning:

Dad: Hey I'm sorry to hear about your mouse.
Me: What?
Dad: You know the one that died that night.
Me: Who died last night? What? WHAT?
Dad: *looking worried* Well I thought it was kind of weird that you would just leave him in the toilet...
Me: THE TOILET?! My mouse was in the toilet?! What did it look like?
Dad: Black and white. I thought you just couldn't flush him so I did it...
Me: Did you take a picture to ID him?? *now thinking how the hell did a) she escape b) why would Cider bring them all the way up and put it in a toilet*
Dad: No...it was black and white. Lighter than a wild mouse. Maybe you should do a head count. How many mice do you have?

*note here the only mouse that could possibly meet this male description is pregnant*

Me: *averts question* Wait...how close did you look?
Dad: Well I didn't know what it was until I tried to flush it and saw the tail.
Me: Dad, could it possibly have been my tampon? I didn't flush because it was 3 am and I'd wake you up.
Dad: ...um...well...no I'm pretty sure it was a mouse.

Not a mouse.

Ewwww and LOL!

That's the funniest thing I've heard all day!

NOOOOO! Is this a true story????????

Welcome to my life.

Ann, I was so scared it was Ophelia because the others are RY! Well, except the buck but he's beige.

Ohhh! OPHElia! No-no! (My husband asked me if this was a true story because here in the US we don't flush tampons because our septic systems can't handle them.)

Hahaha! Well good question! Up north where my parents live we don't but in the city of Toronto we do.

I don't use septic, but I still don't flush tampons, because our pipes are awful.