We’ve had some mice problems. Yes, I know that’s gross enough, but it’s to be expected when your house is almost 200 years old. The cats do their job pretty well, but I recently noticed that we had some unwelcome guests. My lovely man-of-the-house has been taking care of me and putting out the traps and resetting them. I don’t ask too many questions. I don’t really want to know the answers. I will just keep the bread out of the bread drawer for the time being and ignore the unpleasantries, thank you. That is until I can’t ignore them any more. I just opened the drawer to grab the jar of peanut butter for lunch and there was a fat little well-fed grey mouse! And he’s stuck in the trap! And he’s wiggling!
I just started screaming and slammed the drawer shut and danced a little jig from the willies. He’s still there. Jake won’t come home from work for lunch to dispose of the varmint, and I’m not….well, I can’t even think about it. Come to find out, my son has been feeding him bread so he could die comfortably. Needless to say, we had tuna for lunch.
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The other morning my little three-year-old came down stairs and wandered around all sleepy eyed for a while. I was about to start making some eggs, and when I turned around, her mouth was sucking on a straw that was attached to a glass of milk from the night before. That’s pretty gross and in my mind I was scolding myself for not taking care of it before the sweet little bitty got a hold of it. But then she spit it out right onto the counter and a nasty earwig came crawling and flailing out of the milk puddle! We all started screaming and she was crying as we came to the realization that the earwig must have crawled into the straw overnight and was sucked right into her precious little mouth! She kept wiping her tongue and I keep nearly gagging just thinking about it.
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6 comments:
Oh that is all grosser than gross...we have the milk problem too often, without the earwigs. And the mice? A few people have had mice in their units here--I told Clark that I was afraid if I found mice I would have to go live in the Hampton Inn until someone could fly me and all of my children somewhere first class...I don't do mice. So sorry for your "find", I really feel for your gross factor.
I hate mice! We had them here last fall. I guess it's a pretty common problem in these town homes. Our neighbors said the mice choose a different town home each year to nest in. Last year was our year. Hopefully we scared them away well enough. I opened a drawer and one scurried away - that's how we found out we had mice. Go see Ratatoille with your kids - it'll make them seem almost cute, or at least bearable.
We also had that problem a few years ago. When disposing of them, we kept saying to ourselves, "It's not Stuart Little. It's not Stuart Little."
Your stories give me the heebie jeebies...
Wow, talk about a toss up! And just yesterday I decided I'd had enough of these little tiny black beetles I keep finding...I think I'll keep my beetles, thank you. So sorry, dear. (me dry-heaving)
Ewww. I HATE mice... we had them a couple summers ago. Now we have ants... nice.
i just found your blog through boho girl...
the milk and earwig story had me gagging for sure. those creatures have no purpose on this earth other than to vex the souls of women!
have a happy day!
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