Well, I'm admitting we found a mouse in our house last week! Three years with no *signs* of mice....and 10:30 p.m., watching the news, I see a *flash* of something, run along the wall in my family room. So, I turned my attention to the magazines on the floor right there and sure enough right before my eyes the little critter ran back from were it came!
Something about *knowing* there is a mouse in the house creeps me out! Last time this happened Mark ended up going to the grocery store right then and there to purchase a mouse trap! (Of course, wild broom flailing was involved too)
This time I left the broom in the pantry and just kicked the house plant container where I thought the little guy was hiding, did a little creepy dance and returned to the couch disgusted we had a mouse in the house!
Funny thing.....next morning as we were going through the usual routine of getting the children out the door to school.....Zac was putting on his shoes in the mud room with me saying "come here so I can squirt your hair"....and as he jammed his foot into one shoe he pulled it off quickly and sad "something fuzzy is in my shoe!" I went over and to my surprise a little mouse, on his back, looking dead was in his shoe! Of course this is when I did the creepy dance again and THEN...I realized the fuzzy little critters whiskers begin to slowly twitch! THAT IS WHEN THE really good creepy dance came out with me holding Zac's shoe and Katiana laughing and Dad and Zac completely amused ....and me screaming "what should I do with it?!" I quick, ran into the garage and thought (outloud) *put it in the trash can*......to which Zac protested with his sweet, sensitive heart "you can't just throw it away". I explained that it was a field mouse and I was just putting him in the trash can until I could take it across the street and let it go find a new home where it belonged! AND yes, I did take the mouse across the street to the "new house"!
We are still trying to figure out how Zac picked up his shoes and walked from the family room to the mud room without the mouse jumping out. Mark has a theory about it. He thinks the mouse was in a "stink induced coma" or "high on stink" is what I think he said......hee, hee, hee.......serves him right!
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okay, I'm laughing...the kind of laugh were I'm crying! This is a great story. Brings back so many memories, say of you in the front seat of a corolla being attacked by a flying bug! I have never seen a mouse in my house and hope to avoid it at all costs. I am sure my response would be similar!
Thanks for reminding me of the grasshopper! Or....was it a wasp? I can't remember just that it was in MY space!
I find it amusing that the good Lord blessed me to LOVE the outdoors and gardening and such...and then he probably gets a kick out of all my crazy dances while pruning the roses and pulling weeds....even when I run, I swat at bugs ....ok, I flail at them and I'm certain if someone saw me they would think I was crazy! hmmmm....maybe that is why I like running on the trail so much - less people to see me act crazy! :)
love you
oh i wish i had been there. that would have provided comic relief enough to last me a while. :)
and bless zac's heart for not wanting the mouse to be thrown away.
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