I grabbed her by the shoulder and slapped her. She was hysterical, I had no other choice. It always worked for Marlowe. Of course, the dames Marlowe slapped never reacted with a knee to the groin. When she was feeling more in control of herself and I regained my faculty of speech, I assured her that this wasn't a major problem.
Most people get mice in their house at some point.
Hell, in rural areas it's pretty much a given. Late fall is always the killing season. Mice are everywhere. No one is safe. I wasn't sure that any of this was true, but I poured Rae a stiff belt of single malt resolve and went downstairs to assess the situation.