Ye Be Warned
Mr. Mouse and Friends,
You know, I’ve always tried to keep the peace with my animal friends. I had my decade long vegetarian stint. I was a member of PETA. No hunting for me. I try to be conscious of what I buy, even now, when it comes to animal products.
And even when I knew we were co-inhabiting this little dwelling of ours, I didn’t wage war with you. No, I saw our cats, so very interested in something under the cabinets not too many days ago, and I had a feeling you were back there, chillin’ in the kitchen. And that’s cool, you know. Chill all you want. We can share the space.
But dude, DUDE, when you choose to take a dump in my utensil drawer? That is NOT COOL. When I pick up my 1/2 Cup measuring spoon to find your little brown turd bopping around in there? All bets are off. OFF!
You’ll wanna watch your back tonight, Mouse, cuz you’re not gonna find utensils in that drawer tonight.
Mama
Oh, yuck. We live in a 200 year old farmhouse, so you can just imagine what we encountered our first winter. The mice got into our pantry and chewed through everything on the top two shelves. Juice boxes still wrapped in plastic. Cereal boxes. Boxes of pasta. The mousy juice dripped down the shelves and onto everything else. I ended up throwing away three trash bags full of food! They also somehow got into my dining room hutch (built-in) and chewed up the styrofoam packaging around my nativity scene. The next day my dad came and we tossed some poison down the holes and patched them up. We haven’t had a problem since and that was two years ago. But no matter how bad it was, it’s not as bad as a friend of mine who had a family of RATS living in her basement! Ugh!!! Death to rodents!!!
Ack! Mice. Yep, get rid of them. They don’t respect your space. They want to take it over!!!!
Eek! It sounds like war has been declared. May the humans win.
One night, we heard strange metallic rustling in the kitchen. My husband went to investigate. He found a mouse in our toaster oven.
New toaster oven. Call to an exterminator. Nightmares about toasted mouse poo wafting onto the kids’ waffles…
Mice are adorable. They are. And I love animals. And my heart melts whenever I see them in cute little terrariums.
But I think that’s the key.
When they are trying to squat in my home, I get a little creeped out because I know of the nastiness they carry. And when one frantically attempts to escape the drawer where all of my baking pans rest, and all I hear is “bang, bang, bang” as he tries to outsmart the labyrinth that is Wilton- I hide and wait- fearful of what infestation is soaking into my dark metal coating…
And when I forget, and days later open the drawer to find his limp, lifeless body there in my bread pan (likely due to head injury) I cry for the sadness that is his utter cuteness being a vessel for vile disease- as well as the $15 pan that also meets an untimely death… in the trash.
I’m sorry to hear that you have an unwelcome guest!
Have you seen these? https://www.petacatalog.org/prodinfo.asp?number=HP200 You can catch him without hurting him, and he won’t leave gifts in your measuring cups anymore if you put him outside.
I too had the mouse in the baking pans, in the drawer thing under the oven. Turds in all of the pots and pans necessitated much washing. Game on mouse. Come to find a bad smell in the trash can a few days later, left the bag out and poured bleach in to get rid of bad smell. Mouse took a swan dive into bleach. Sarah 1, mouse 0.
I have also had them run across in my classrooms in Phila with kids squealing, so I am not a fan.
I totally agree…
once a little furry guy gets in your utensil drawer- all bets are off!
Oh I’m sorry, good luck….
Crackin’ me up!
Just don’t let one of the boys find the remnants of Mickey before you do! Can you imagine those nightmares?!
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