Skippy

Thought you'd want to see the dog.
Isn't he adorable?

Another mouse story or two

So, quite a few years ago, I was babysitting in a relatively new house. While I was getting a juice box for Michaela, I noticed the mouse trap on the floor in the closet. I just sort of shrugged it off and thought nothing of it until I noticed a second one under the kitchen cabinets. "This could get hairy" I thought to myself.

Well...flash forward to a few hours later, while I was watching TV I heard a "SNAP", followed by a nasty screeching noise. Yes...you got it... there was a mouse in the trap under the cabinets. and...it was still alive... he had only been partially caught, so he was flipping around.

I didn't know what to do, so I covered it with a paper towel, and turned up the TV so I didn't have to hear it.

When they got home, I told them that they had caught a live one, and "good luck with everything". I was so not coming back.


A few years later-
I was living in my grandparent's house, alone... during the winter. It was an old house that creaked and popped randomly. There was a back room for dry storage, and a root cellar that no one ever used.
Now, I admit that I am a very brave person from 6am-until-10pm. After 10pm... I'm done, I'm a complete wuss.
I was up late one night, playing Slingo on the computer in the kitchen when I heard a noise in the back room. It didn't scare me, but it did bring my awareness to the movement going on in the room. Trying to ignore it, I went back to the game. Yeah, right. That's like your friend saying "Hey, don't look but, that guy has his penis out" I mean, you may not look, but it's all you'll think about...especially if you like penis...but I digress.
So, the noise... it just gets louder and louder. I can't really explain what it was, maybe a scratching and squeaking noise...but like I said...after 10pm, I'm a wuss. I left the computer on, grabbed my boots and went upstairs.
Why did you grab your boots, you ask? Well, the way I saw it, if something was going to get me, I was going to be able to kick my way out of it. I had a good kick back then. Also, if there was going to be a dead animal in the house, I wasn't going to step on it with my bare feet. (and I just didn't like the thought of something bitting on my toes.)
I got upstairs and did my usual routine- brush my teeth, pee, and barricade my door. yes, that's right, barricade my door. Each night, I would close my door and put books in front of it..so I would be warned if someone was coming in. I also slept with a wire hanger under the extra pillow. (I was 22, living alone, near Boston, cut me some slack) See, the wire hanger was to stun the would-be assailant... I would smack him around with the hanger and then go out the window to safety.
More digressing... sorry, so I get into bed and call my folks...

"Hey mum- can mice climb stairs?"
"No, Kris. Go to bed"
"Ok...good night"

and that was that.

So the next morning, I went and peeked in the back room and saw that something had gotten into the flour..there was flour all over the place. That's it. I never heard from the thing again. Well...not that thing. about 2 months later a raccoon got into the root cellar and made a pantload of noise. But I handled that well. I just locked the door- you see, I had the only key.

More of the mouse

More of the mouse


Well, my sweatshirt was hanging off of the chair in front of the desk, so I grabbed it and shook it out, and the frigging mouse jumped off the chair and ran, in a big loop, under the fridge. Of course...I screamed like a little girl. I was totally ready to jump up on a chair and gather my skirt around my knees, like they did in the old Tom and Jerry Cartoons.

Terri called me back to see how things are going, and I told her that the mouse is under the fridge, and that things should be ok. She tells me that Rick just wants to buy some traps, she told him NO. Thank god...I don't need to go through that again...(I'll tell you about that some other time.)

So I went to the sink to wash the lunch dishes, the sink is opposite the fridge where the wee rat is living, I started to wash the sink and at one point I moved my foot and brought it down on a part of the rug that was bunched up, and I swear to god, I thought I stepped on the mouse. Again...more screaming, but this time, I put on my sneakers, tucked my pants into my socks and finished washing the dishes. Such a wuss.

There's a Rat in the kitchen...

Ok. Now this isn't even funny.

There's a mouse in the house. Well, not in my house, in the house I work in. A little brown furry mouse. With big pointy teeth, and wee beady eyes.

So, the phone rang at work this afternoon, when I went to the little desk next to the fridge, I saw something scurry across the top. I thought it was a roach, equally gross, but I can squish a roach and not feel bad. I grabbed the phone and saw that it was Terri. She asked how things were going and I told her that the girls were good, but I was freaked out. So, I told her that there's a mouse in the kitchen. She's got panicky, and asked if I was ok...I told her yes, it's a little mouse, I'm fine (yeah right). So she gets off the phone and calls Rick and an exterminator. Good.

From a while ago... but still funny

So, last night I came home from a rigorous 12 hour scrapbooking day to find my husband drunk, wearing headphones, watching wrestling. Really, very drunk. He told me that he had had 5 beers in an hour or so. (Mike is a light weight, so after 2 beers he's usually obliterated.)

"5 Beers, WOOOOOOOOOOO"- says Mike, at 10:30 PM, rather loudly.

Ever see "Old School"? You know, when Frank "The Tank" funnels his first beer- "It tastes so good when it hits your lips" - I can only imagine that that's what Mike was doing before I got home.

Now, I'm going to have to lock up the liquor cabinet before I go out.

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