I'm in the midst of a project for a friend - I've sent him one letter (or note) for every day in the month of October - though this post is not about that project, in one of the letters to him I delineated 'Eight Things He May or May Not Know About Me' ... one of the things I "disclosed" was that if I'm by myself and a bug happens along my path, I am 100% capable of taking care of it. Most of the time I don't even squirm.
HOWEVER ... if there is a bloke about, well, then I turn into a "typical" girl ... I might even scream from buggy surprise or disgust ... definitely shiver with icky'ness and TOTALLY DEMAND that the boy take care of it.
Turn the clock forward about 2 weeks and I discover this ability to deal with a bug when alone most emphatically DOES NOT APPLY TO RODENTS. Ewwwwwwwwww!
There's a mouse in my house (apartment)!
I saw something - which at first I thought might be a birds shadow flying by my kitchen windows - and for whatever reason I decided to investigate ... to be sure it was just a birdie shadow. Standing on a chair I jostle the dishwasher, check in side it, and am almost satisfied that it was simply a shadow. One final jostle of the dishwasher - with me on the floor - prompted the furry little bugger to scamper from underneath it to under the cabinets in the middle of the kitchen - I screamed and jumped back UP ONTO THE CHAIR. For reals yo!
Apparently mice creep me out ... when I think about one being IN MY HOUSE .... eeeeeeekkkkkkk!!!!!
3 Lines of Defense ...
1. 4 Mouse Traps baited with peanut butter await "him" should he try to actually take up residence.
2. I wear my slippers into the kitchen - most of the time - in case he should decide to run across my path, and too close to my tiggy-toes.
3. I make all sorts of noise in the kitchen now ... won't go in until the light is on (this has me leaning around the wall to flick the switch - hilarious, I am sure). Then, with the light on, I clap my hands ... literally tell him to flee, and won't open any of the lower cabinets - or my pantry - without banging on the doors first.
Le sigh ... Go. A-WAY. Mouse.
I need a man.
To be clear, this is the type of mouse that I don't mind being in my house ...
Steamboat Willie, thank you Mr. Disney!
Dead mouse dead mouse dead mouse DEAD MOUSE!
ReplyDeleteAfter weeks of checking the mouse traps and slowly "getting back to normal" I came home tonight and, for the first time since I spotted the mouse, I opened my pantry door without the pre-requisit "knock" ... I was going to put away a few plastic shopping bags I had in hand - from my Christmas shopping excursion tonight - and as I was shutting the pantry door I noticed it ... DEAD MOUSE!
In the trap. Ewwwwww....dead mouse...gotta get the dead mouse outta the house - where oh where is 'my' man???
Deaaaaad mouse.
Y.U.C.K.!!!
So, um ... woke up to Dead Mouse #2 in one of the two traps set out in the kitchen - but not in the pantry. What's up? Do I have a family of mice that all decided to run amok the last two days?
ReplyDeleteLooks like I need to go out an get a few more traps ...
And can I just take a minute to say ... where the hell is "my man" to deal with this so I can simply be girly, squeal and run into any of the rooms that does not have a dead mouse in it???!!! For reals yo!
Icky!
Ok ... not cool ... 4 dead mice in 2.5 days ... not cool!
ReplyDeleteWent to a Christmas Party at a friends house tonight, and upon my return home found two more dead mice in the remaining two traps ... clearly going shopping for more traps tomorrow ... and a man.
Actually, it's now to the point where I feel completely justified in asking my landlords to get an exterminator. I mean, one or even two mice ... over a 'period' of time seems manageable by a tenant. BUT 4 mice in less than 3 days ... this is a problem!!!
And it's icky!
Ok. Enough is freaking ENOUGH!
ReplyDeleteOn December 29th, when I'd come home from visiting family for the Holiday, I found Dead Mouse #5 in one of the "new" traps in the kitchen.
After the first 4 mice I'd contacted my landlords about the problem ... I was informed that inactive bait had been put out in the basement and that they were going to get new, active, bait - put it out - and in 7-10 days I shouldn't be having any more problems.
Ok, so time marches on - as it does - and I keep expecting to find more mice in the traps ... but I wasn't ... so I was thinking that perhaps "it's all over" for the mice for now ... AND THEN tonight I walk into my kitchen to do the dishes and almost step on a DYING mouse (not in a trap, or even near one for that matter) right in front of my sink.
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!
Dying. Not dead. Dying ... as in, still moving. Still breathing. But clearly not "ok" ... dying. Took me about 20 minutes, with my Mum on the phone to 'keep me relatively calm,' to get the damn thing on a shovel and out the door.
Tears were shed.
Girly screams were made.
Arms were shaking ... YUCK!!!!
Oh, annnnnnd ... December 22nd to January 6th is well over 7-10 days!
Time to get an exterminator ... for realz!