Sunday morning I awoke early and went to the door to let the dog out. Next thing I know I am letting out a shrill scream. There is a mouse swimming in the dog's water bowl. Doggy-paddling in circles.
The Husband God Gave Me took care of the situation for me.
Monday morning I was awakened by Youngest Son, who told me that there was ANOTHER mouse swimming in the dog's water bowl. I asked him to take care of it. He told THGGM.
Monday morning I went to the door to let the dog out. Next thing I know I am letting out a shrill scream. There is a mouse STILL swimming in the dog's water bowl. Doggy-paddling in circles. Youngest Son will not do a thing about it. THGGM apparently thought it was more important to be on time for his blood test at the lab.
The Husband God Gave Me took care of the situation for me, albeit, a little late.
Monday afternoon, Daugther and I are lounging in the living room with our coffee in hand. We are tired from a day filled with shopping for cute little baby things. Suddenly, the cat comes racing into the living room. Daughter begins the shrill screaming, while standing on the couch next to me. I promptly put my magazine in front of my face. She called out the play by play.
"It's on my shoe! He has it in his mouth! The dog has it in her mouth! It's in his mouth! It's in her mouth! It's behind the dresser! There it is again! It's not moving! It's moving now!" (feel free to repeat this a few times).
She called Son-in-law, who promptly removed it from the premise. Son-in-law is a real man. A man amongst men. My hero.
Both swimming mice were adults. This latest one was not. Are you thinking what I'm thinking? I'm thinking that these mice looked around at the condition this world is in and decided to only have one child. Yes. That's what I'm thinking.
In the mean time, I'm keeping Son-in-law's number handy.
(the nice man who is roofing my house felt led to tell me last week that he saw evidence of rodents on the roof - apparently he wasn't just making chit-chat. apparently the mice packed up and moved south.)
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Two things. First, I think the mice were probably "mouse-paddling", don't you? Second, once I lived in a brand new apartment and my husband was gone working all the time and that's why I had to deal with TEN mice all by myself. My cats helped.
This is too funny ... when it happens to someone else.
How awful...it feels like the plague has descended, doesn't it? In our mountain house, we were joined by what I thought was an entire army of mice...turned out to be just 2 adults. Must have caught them before they had babies able to survive on their own. We caught them in a trap a few hours apart...I could not believe how they had covered the WHOLE house in just one night...I had no idea 2 mice could make THAT much poop!! Amazing...totally. But we never saw any more...plus there were outside cats too that helped I am sure. Except with the pack rats and once we caught one in a trap, we were NEVER able to catch any more...I guess they saw what happened and never could be enticed to eat from the trap again...we moved away!
Elizabeth
We had mice on our vacation at the house we rented. I never knew how squeamish I was about them until then.
Judy! I just got my first Christmas catalog!!! It's comming so fast! I should have heeded your warnings back in July.
=)
Me too! I got the L. L. Bean Christmas catalog today.
Three months and ten days.
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