I've never been afraid of killing insects. At summer camp I was the go-to spider killer. I'd grab a shoe or a Cosmo magazine off the bunk bed and go to work. It never bothered me and still doesn't. I do not, however, have the same courageous nature when it comes to rodents. Mice especially gross me out. They carry disease and they poop in your house. Even the mice in Cinderella gave me a weird vibe. So you can be sure that when I heard Rooney going nuts over by some firewood today in our living room, she got my attention. At first, I didn't think twice. For those of you who have met our Roo you know she likes to play, with just about anything. So I figured she was playing with the firewood. I kept right on checking my gmail when all of a sudden something caught my eye. I couldn't be sure, but I feared the worst. Whatever it was went scurrying across the living room and into a closet where we keep our DVDs. I immediately got up and ran to see what Roo was doing. She was covered in sawdust and frantically trying to figure out where whatever it was had gone. My mind immediately went there. We.have.a.mouse. I ran over to our fireplace tools and grabbed the poker. That seemed logical...as if I was going to poke the thing to death! I went over to the closet and moved things around with the poker. NOTHING. Hmm. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I hadn't seen a mouse. It must have all been in my head. I was having a rotten day and now I was imagining mice scurrying across my living room. WRONG.
Fast forward to this evening. Rick and I were watching TV when I saw it. A GROSS.DISGUSTING.BROWN.MOUSE. It snuck out of the closet and was bee lining it back towards the the firewood (where Rooney had seen it earlier today). I screamed, jumped, and ran. Immediately I notified Rick that he would be TAKING CARE OF THIS. Which of course is when things got interesting. Rick headed to the fireplace tools. Ahh what will be his weapon of choice? He chose tongs. Interesting. Next he grabbed a reusable grocery bag. I asked him about his plan.
Rick: I'm going to grab the mouse and stick it in the bag.
Me: ohhh ok.
I immediately moved to the stairs. Rick cautiously approached the closet and began emptying it's contents with the tongs. Nothing.
Me: Do you see it? Do you see it?
Rick: Come here and tuck my jeans into my socks.
Me: BE A MAN HONEY.
Rick: I am such a vagina! (Sorry, his words, not mine.)
A little more poking with the tongs ensued. Along with some jumping around. Followed by screams. Rick's, not mine.
Rick: AHHHH I saw it. I saw it. It's in there!
Me: KILL IT! GET IT! NOW! GET IT!
Rick: It's not in there anymore. It's gone.
Me: WHERE DID IT GO!!?
Rick: I have no idea.
Me: FIND IT.
This led to more searching for the mouse. 10 minutes later we came to the conclusion that it had escaped. I had heard from a friend that mice don't like tin foil. This could be a total fallacy, but hey it was something. So I told Rick to cover the firewood area with tin foil. He started to move things around to lay down the foil. And just when I thought this nightmare was over for the night and my heart rate had begun to drop I heard Rick yell...
Rick: It came at my feet!!!!
This sighting sent both Rick and myself running for the stairs.
Me: We're going to Walmart to get mouse traps. NOW.
Rick: Yep.
While searching for traps at the Walmart.
Rick: I'm disappointed in myself. I am such a girl.
Me: I was hopeful you would step up to the plate, but honestly that's about how I figured things would go down.
Rick: (Laughing) I think I could have had it if it hadn't come after my feet.
Me; I know, honey.
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| My mountain man |
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