A Mouse in Da House
I have a mouse in my house. It's negatively affecting my work here at CiN Weekly. I cannot concentrate and find myself jumping up at anything that makes a faint squeaking noise.
The mouse issue is disgusting. I saw Mickey TWICE. Once he was doing the macarena in my kitchen. Then he decided to watch television in my living room. He was huge, a huge mouse. I had an accomplice try to catch him (while I was standing on my dining room chair screaming to him that Mickey was to the left...TO THE LEFT! Mickey was too swift for the Swiffer and missed the blow to the head by a hair.
I then decided to buy a trap. Well...ok, I bought 4 traps. They were the traps that have a dial on the front indicating a trapped mouse. This would be less traumatizing to me than actually seeing a dead mouse on a piece of wood with a crushed head trying to grab a hunk of cheese. A nice little red indicator shows up under the "Mouse Caught" and you throw the trap away without seeing anything horrible.
Mickey has busted two traps. Busted right through to get the Jiff and Sugar Cookies. Mickey has turned into Mighty Mouse, or must I say Mighty Mice.
I am creeped out. Mice belong OUTSIDE, they are so not invited in my house. Go back outside, Mickey and take your little friends with you.
Cripes!
The mouse issue is disgusting. I saw Mickey TWICE. Once he was doing the macarena in my kitchen. Then he decided to watch television in my living room. He was huge, a huge mouse. I had an accomplice try to catch him (while I was standing on my dining room chair screaming to him that Mickey was to the left...TO THE LEFT! Mickey was too swift for the Swiffer and missed the blow to the head by a hair.
I then decided to buy a trap. Well...ok, I bought 4 traps. They were the traps that have a dial on the front indicating a trapped mouse. This would be less traumatizing to me than actually seeing a dead mouse on a piece of wood with a crushed head trying to grab a hunk of cheese. A nice little red indicator shows up under the "Mouse Caught" and you throw the trap away without seeing anything horrible.
Mickey has busted two traps. Busted right through to get the Jiff and Sugar Cookies. Mickey has turned into Mighty Mouse, or must I say Mighty Mice.
I am creeped out. Mice belong OUTSIDE, they are so not invited in my house. Go back outside, Mickey and take your little friends with you.
Cripes!
5 Comments:
I can sympathize! I've had bats in my house from time to time and had one earlier this month (which my boyfriend did away with with a swipe of the tennis racket at about 1 a.m. one night). Every time I hear a rustling I about jump out of my skin, but usually it's because I left a bag on my floor and turned the fan on. Good luck!
Wow! What a fascinating blog entry! Perhaps, you could also tell us about that time you watched paint dry.
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Just try not to imagine them crawling around on you while you're in bed and you'll be OK.
Cheese makes mice constipated; everyone knows you'll never catch the 21st Century mouse using cheese.
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