Dad (who was still sleeping, I think) came running downstairs to see what was the matter. Mom (who was still breathing a little hard) told him that she was very sorry to have woken him up, but there was a mouse in the food room and it startled her.
Did you catch that? There is a MOUSE trying to EAT MY FOOD!
She shut the door so I couldn't get to him, of course, but this clearly calls for a terrier-style stake out until the little bugger is found. We'll see if a nice shake between my teeth won't teach him to stay out of my food!