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When the rodents fall in love. Make lots of babies. And move into the walls of your house.
I was going to write about the never ending stream of mice that we have coming into our house lately, but then a friend of mine reminded me of this story. And I simply had to share it. This happened two years ago when we were in the midst of a huge remodel. There were walls torn down to the studs, pipes exposed that lead down to the basement. It was a mess.
One Sunday afternoon,I was going into my mudroom from my kitchen when out of the corner of my eye I saw something scurry near some pipes that lead to the basement. I screamed, because I whole heartedly embrace the rodent fearing female stereotype, and ran out of the room.
But, after thinking about it more thoroughly, I convinced myself that I saw nothing but a shadow or a dust bunny... a dust MOUSE! Yes, that's it! An innocuous DUST MOUSE!
A few hours later, my 7 yr old walked into the mudroom and screamed. My 10 yr old pushed everyone down that was in his way and ran over everyone else to get as far away as he possibly could. My 9 yr old, the only brave one in the family, quickly ran into the mudroom.
Then he began screaming "Get me a gun!"
Oh yeah, that's a good idea! I am not sure which disturbs me more, the fact that he thinks I might actually give him a gun or the fact that it was his first thought upon seeing the mouse.
But I pushed those thoughts out of my mind... I have a more important pressing issue at hand than delving into my son's possible mental instability.
I tell him that I regret to inform him that we have no gun, and furthermore people don't shoot mice.
"But Mom, it isn't a mouse. It's bigger, much, MUCH bigger."
What? What did they mean by bigger?
I had the heebie jeebies just thinking about it. But I was sitting on my kitchen stool with my legs safely tucked up under me, so I didn't get up to look. Because, you know, it might just run up my legs and gnaw at my kneecaps.
At this point 9 yr old is inside the kitchen and the 7 yr old is still in the mudroom and a fight breaks out over the door that separates the two rooms. The 10 yr old is screaming close the door. The 9 yr old is trying to close the door, like the obedient underling that he is. The 7 yr old is trying to get in the house away from the much MUCH bigger mouse that he says is looking at him.
Finally I scream over the hysterical children. "For the love of God, if it is as big as you say it is, let your brother in the house before that mouse eats him!"
Okay, that was so NOT the right thing to say. Trust me on that one.
So now the kids are trying to explain to me what the thing is. We have established it isn't a mouse or squirrel.
I googled mole, nope.
I googled gopher, nope.
I googled weasel, nope.
I will not google rat. I refuse.
Because if my children look at the picture and identify it as what they saw, I'll have no choice but to move out.
And burn the house to the ground.
And that would totally suck.
You want to know what it was, don't you? I wrote a song about it.
But I am not alone. Here are some other fine folks who will not be asked to join PETA anytime soon.
about two hours after I set the traps I was watching TV in the living room and I thought I heard something. I yelled to my roomie in the kitchen to ask if he flicked on a light switch or if a mousetrap went off somewhere in the house. He said he didn't do anything and suddenly I became like a kid on Christmas morning. I came tearing down the basement stairs only to find that, not only did the trap not catch anything, but the dang mouse BROKE the mousetrap so I couldn't reset it. JERK! Oh... his day's coming...
Jeff's Home Renovation shows off his fake cardboard look fireplace that some previous owner thought made a nice addition to the house and then writes:
This is also the room where the Great
