|The Frugal Hostess hates you, mouse.|
Feel faint. Almost faint, even if you've never fainted before.
Call your husband.
Slam a beer.
Go in another room. Slam second beer.
Contemplate getting in your car and driving away forever.
Clean it up in a frenzy only matched in it's rage-fueled fervor by your mother's after the Sleep Away Camp Lice Incident of 1988. Bleach everything.