I was hoping I would be able to spare everyone yet another story from "There's a Mouse in the House" saga, alas, no can do. I must share another one.
You would think by now that I am very used to seeing mice running around my house. I've lost count how many mice I've seen and how many the cat has caught. Yet, I still scream when I see one.
A woman with stronger constitution would be able to grab a fleeing mouse by the tail without losing her sense by now, but not me.
I'm not the strong, fearless type. Granted, I may look a little fearsome in my ratty pajamas, ponytail, and no makeup, but I still consider myself the little woman in the house and I don't really care if I run screaming from a little mouse who is more scared of me than I am of it. I keep telling myself that they are just mice, but it's hard to convince myself while still shivering and standing on top of the furniture.
Case in point. The day before, I was holding the baby on my lap watching the cat. She seemed very interested in the birds and was prowling around the bird cage. Noticing the blanket was still covering the cage, I took pity on the birds and decided to take the blanket off.
I put the baby in his bouncer seat and went over to the cage. Part of the blanket was already folded over a little bit, so I had to unfold it in order to completely throw it off the cage. I flipped over the folded part of the blanket and was immediately transfixed with horror.
The mouse's fur gleamed in the light of the basement. It sat still probably not noticing at first that its hiding place had been discovered.....until the bloodcurdling scream moved it into action. Even the cat ran away in fright.
I ended up standing on the stairs with my chest heaving. Happy was the only one who came running to see what was going on since all of the others are in their own world. I noticed the mouse was still hiding undearneath the blanket on the table with the birds. So, I went over to the cat and picked her up.
I gently layed her on the table with the bird cage and shook the blanket. The mouse was startled and jumped down running for its life. The cat was fast but not fast enough. It got away.
There is something that I know, though, that the mouse does not. The all-powerful exterminator is coming tomorrow and it's death to all mice.
You would think by now that I am very used to seeing mice running around my house. I've lost count how many mice I've seen and how many the cat has caught. Yet, I still scream when I see one.
A woman with stronger constitution would be able to grab a fleeing mouse by the tail without losing her sense by now, but not me.
I'm not the strong, fearless type. Granted, I may look a little fearsome in my ratty pajamas, ponytail, and no makeup, but I still consider myself the little woman in the house and I don't really care if I run screaming from a little mouse who is more scared of me than I am of it. I keep telling myself that they are just mice, but it's hard to convince myself while still shivering and standing on top of the furniture.
Case in point. The day before, I was holding the baby on my lap watching the cat. She seemed very interested in the birds and was prowling around the bird cage. Noticing the blanket was still covering the cage, I took pity on the birds and decided to take the blanket off.
I put the baby in his bouncer seat and went over to the cage. Part of the blanket was already folded over a little bit, so I had to unfold it in order to completely throw it off the cage. I flipped over the folded part of the blanket and was immediately transfixed with horror.
The mouse's fur gleamed in the light of the basement. It sat still probably not noticing at first that its hiding place had been discovered.....until the bloodcurdling scream moved it into action. Even the cat ran away in fright.
I ended up standing on the stairs with my chest heaving. Happy was the only one who came running to see what was going on since all of the others are in their own world. I noticed the mouse was still hiding undearneath the blanket on the table with the birds. So, I went over to the cat and picked her up.
I gently layed her on the table with the bird cage and shook the blanket. The mouse was startled and jumped down running for its life. The cat was fast but not fast enough. It got away.
There is something that I know, though, that the mouse does not. The all-powerful exterminator is coming tomorrow and it's death to all mice.
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