...except that STUPID mouse.
Yes, it is true. I have a mouse.
I live in the city. I have two cats. I should not have a mouse. And yet, it appears that I do. I've been hearing little scritchy-scratchy sounds in the living room ceiling for a little while now. Actually when I first heard it, it sounded like a ladybug circling the lampshade. Know that sound? But I thought it was awfully late in the season for a ladybug. So finally I conceded that a critter had found its way into my house. But I always heard it in the same spot - never anywhere else - so I rather hoped it would eventually freeze or starve and I'd be on my merry way.
Monday night I brought home a new bag of cat food for the two inhabitants who are now in BIG trouble. I keep the cat food under the sink, and whenever I bring home a new bag, I put it behind the current bag until I'm ready for it. So when I pulled the current bag out of the cabinet to shove the new bag behind it...
...behold...gifts. Not of gold, frankincense and myrrh...but of poop and shredded cat food bag.
DADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!
He said to me, "Sometimes you have to grow up and take responsibility." I said, "I did. I called you."
So in all his fatherly love, he came over yesterday and set a trap under the kitchen sink. I saw it this morning when I refilled the cats' food bowl. I shuddered at the very thought that one day I might open it and a mouse could be in it.
(At which point, I'll scream DADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!)
So that's it. My very own Night Before Christmas come to life. Lucky LUCKY me.
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5 comments:
I absolutely HATE mice! We had them at my parents' house ALL the time growing up. I could hear them rustling under my bed while I tried to sleep. One day my dad killed FOUR of them in my room alone. One was in my doll house. We always joke about the creative ways my dad has found to kill mice when he sees them. Dropping a toolbox on them, drowning them in the bathtub, bouncing a basketball on them...it's gross. I saw one just last week when I was over there and I ran up the stairs away from it. Yes, I'm 27. I don't think I will ever not get the heebie jeebies about mice! It's so wonderful that your dad still takes care of you! :) I hope you catch it soon!
I'm so glad to have company in my mouse-fearing boat. :) If Dad wouldn't have come over, I'd have called someone else...because I'm NOT setting a trap. (Truth be told, my lack of coordination would get in the way and I'd snap my own finger in it.) I should go check and see if it has an inhabitant yet. Icky.
I used to carpool with a guy who had mice. They used those sticky-paper traps, and they worked really well. Their cats thought the sticky traps were their own personal smorgasbord, and my carpool buddy would find four little mouse feet stuck to the paper. No snapping on the fingers and very happy cats...
We get them at the center all the time, and it creeps me out! Good Luck haha hopefully it didnt breed.
I left your Christmas Present on my blog :)
Tell your family Merry Christmas!!
Bekah:
I hate the sticky traps worse than the spring traps. When the little mice get caught in the sticky traps, they squeal and beg for help and die s l o w l y. That is, unless you are like my hubby and get up and take the trap and critter and (ewwww) stomp the thing to death.
I hate mice. I hate the thought of stomping a mouse to kill it more. So, we have resorted to using the spring loaded traps again.
Although there are those new-fangled ones that kill the mouse and everything and you don't see nuttin. You just throw it away - trap, mouse, and all.
To quote an old cartoon: "I hate those meeces to pieces!"
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