It's really cold here and the wild critters are looking for sanctuary. I got up during the night to get a drink of water when a mouse ran across the kitchen floor. I gave a little scream. (I wasn't afraid of the mouse, just surprised by the mouse.) He was behind the stove by this time, so I went back to bed. My husband was slightly awake, and this was our conversation word for word (I'm not making this up)
Me: Did you hear that scream?
Me: It was a mouse.
Him: A mouse screamed?
Me: No, I screamed because there was a mouse in the kitchen.
Him: What was a mouse doing in the kitchen?
Me: Um... looking for snacks?
Both of us: ZZZZZZZZ.......