Why do mice always seem to cause such stereotypical drama?
I encouraged a humane exit (rather than death by coat stand) for a mouse that had crept into a back hallway at the radio station I worked for. As I held a door open to the great outdoors and a couple of co-workers shooed him out, the critter made a beeline for my leg and began frantically climbing to safety under my skirt.
While having a discussion with a male co-worker in my office, a mouse ran across the room directly at my feet. I was wearing open-toed sandals and did what any respectable woman would do -- jumped up on a chair and screamed.