I don’t remember when it happened, but it was cold, I know that. I was sleeping. My hair was long at the time and I had it in a sloppy pile on top of my head. As I slept, I kept feeling something. I didn’t want to wake up, so I tried to convince myself it was a dream. Next thing I know, my Cocker Spaniel, who was a little too heavy to get up on the bed, was at my side, pawing at me. I realized there had to be something there. I reached up and patted around and then felt it. It was a mouse trying to nest in my hair. I shrieked. I’ll tell you, I am much more mindful of how I put up my hair when I go to bed now.
Sherry R., as told to ts