RUBBER GLOVES, FACE MASK, AND A STRONG STOMACH ARE REQUIRED!
Mr. Mouse has been living the the good life. We were gone all weekend at a baseball tournament. I forgot all about him and didn't get traps before we left, so the house was his! I'm sure he enjoyed the quiet ability to just romp all over my kitchen. YES! I am grossed out!
So . . . we get home and Mr. Mouse forgets! The little sucker runs through MY kitchen like he owns the place! Okay, that is the last straw!
I AM NOT Cinderella! I do not make little clothes for my little "non-friend" mice! Called THE MAN! Asked him to please stop by the store! I am not going to share my kitchen any longer!
My Hero comes homes, sets a trap under my stove top and we go sit in the living room to watch a movie with the kids!
SNAP!
Maybe three minutes has passed. Wow! This fella is brazen and dead!
NOTHING!
My Hero lubes up the trap with more peanut butter and we got back to the living room. About ten minutes later . . .
SNAP! Oh, yeah, baby!
To my . . .
HORROR, SHOCK, AND AMAZEMENT
We find . . .
TWO! Gross!!! Two on one trap! Here is the proof! I know you don't really want to see it . . .but here is where the strong stomach comes in!
I know! I'm grossed out too! I'm grossed out that there are two. Grossed out that they are dead on my stove. Grossed out that my stove is really pretty . . . gross!
So, My Hero removes the varmits. We clean up the stove and he says, "Them, there varmits . . . are babies!" Eeeck, gross, have another freak-out!
YOU MEAN THERE'S MORE?
Yep . . . better set another trap. GROSSSSSS!
Middle of the night, my eyes shoot wide open . . . I heard something! I'm not gonna get up . . . I'll wait on My Hero.
My Hero oversleeps, jumps from the shower, throws on his clothes, yells, "I'm late, really late . . . you have to get Mr. Mouse!"
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
For the safety of my family . . . I lift up the stove top. We're not talking fancy here . . . no stainless steel . . . good 'ol gas stove . . . I lift up the stove top . . .
TO MY HORROR . . . Mr. Mouse is Mrs. Mouse! I've killed a mother! I've killed two of her babies! How many more are there?
DO I FEEL BAD?
Nah!
DO I NEED THERAPY?
Maybe!
I'm feeling quite jubulant right now! That's kinda sick . . . but . . .
I HAVE MY KITCHEN BACK!
I think . . . until I figure out if there are any more babies!
Blessings~
P.
11 comments:
Oh my word, this was hilarious. I hate mice, and have a dead one somewhere in the wall in my laundry room. It's quite fragrant. Last winter we had a mice-killathon and were killing 2 and 3 a night, disguuuuusting! They're so gross!
You crack me up!!Glad you got your kitchen back.
Your shock/horror expression is priceless, you really should check into acting. Maybe in your "spare" time!
I once had a situation where they could fall down into the furnace blower area and we wouldn't find them until they had smelled up the whole house, then we would figure out to go look there. I'll take a fresh dead one (or two) in a trap any time over the decaying variety. Oh yuck.... yuck, yuck.......
Tip: I'd keep resetting that trap for a while. Where there is one (or 2 or 3).............
LOL!!!!!!!!!!
LOL!! Mice are so nasty. Glad you've gotten some. But I'm bettin' there are more. Eeeeek!
I'm with Little Apple Tally...keep setting that trap!
The look on your face is priceless! You look like your sisters! Not that I see them with a surprised look on their face!! ha ha
Have a good weekend...miss ya lots.
Les
LOL, thanks for the giggles!!! Sorry about the mice *eek* I hate them!!! We usually only get them in the basement during the winter...They are sneaky boogers!!!
Love the new header!!
I am impressed!! I too caught two mice in one trap and was totally amazed! I think I would rather have scorpions in my house than mice.
The only good mouse, is a dead one! Ick! Haven't seen one here since we moved in and I hope it stays that way so you can send the rain, but keep those rodents on your side of the state line!Hope that's the last one you'll see for a good long while!
Paula, you my friend make me laugh...even in your moment of terror, you find humor...you are the best. PS...that could make a really great (twisted) kids story. Just kidding!
Too funny! Great job! Did your weinie dog not chase them for you? We get mice in the garage, but can't keep cats around long enough to tend to them......so, I put out poison. Our bassett hound is a great mouser, but her ol' nose just isn't what it used to be.
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