Thursday, May 31, 2007

Chasing the Mouse

I hate mice. I can co-exist with the little buggers as long as they stay outdoors and not trespass in my habitat. Well one has invaded my realm. A few weeks back Scott told me he thought he saw one in the hallway. I have searched and sniffed and run wet cloths along the baseboards looking for mouse trails. Nada. Then about 3 weeks ago as I stood at the sink washing dishes, the blamed thing walked right in front of the sink on my counter. I nearly killed myself when it happened. I started trying to hit it and it ran right across and disappeared behind my fridge. I went bezerk and cleared off the counters and cloroxed everything. Found his little grubby trail too. I put out one of those sticky traps and all I have caught was gnats.

Friday, Scott told me that we didn't have anymore oatmeal because the mouse had been in the box. All of my boxed food is kept in the lower cabinet of the kitchen. I started pulling things out and ended up throwing out a lot of food.
That little rodent had been all over everything including my plastic boxes that I keep bulk food in. More clorox!! I put the sticky trap in the bottom cabinet and about 2 hours later checked and it was totally covered in gray fur and that thing had gnawed its way off the trap. So much for being humane. It is now bald and peeing and pooping its way through my house. So I set out the clap traps dosed with peanut butter and more sticky traps and the green death pellets! Every night I check the traps and nothing. I figure now that it smells clean it won't come back. Until tonight that is. That thing is figuring things out. It pushed the trap into something in the cabinet and threw one of the traps and ate the peanut butter! This is war! I will win and catch that little bald rodent and relish the thoughts of flushing it down the toliet at this point. I am not going to cart its little squeaking self off down the road just so it can re-invade my home.

Now I am going on a cleaning binge. If something is setting on the floor I am cleaning it or throwing things out that we don't use. nothing is safe at this point. I opened my pot holder drawer and stuffing exploded out of it. That thing had been in there shredding my pot holders. I needed new ones so I should thank it for giving me a reason to get new ones but eeww.!! its been in that drawer. More clorox!

I hate mice. Last year when my grandmother lay dying in the nursing home, I sat there for days and nights with her. And one of those nasty critters came out and got on the table where my bag of oreos was sitting and started eating my cookies. It took me a couple of days but I caught that one. Before she died we had to throw away a lot of her things because it and its friends had been all in her belongings.

And one night my Aunt Ruby woke up screaming holding her head and in her hand was a mouse that had climbed on to her bed and was in her hair. She had told me that it had happened before and no one took her seriously. They did that night.

Mice and huge spiders I can do with out. I don't like using chemicals but I may have to to keep the pests at bay. Does Sulfur really work for repelling snakes? We found a 5 foot long snake skin in the yard. Not a good thing to find.

3 comments:

Clezevra said...

are you a cancer survivor or is your mom? either ways, must have been tough...

VondaK said...

I am the cancer survivor. And yes it was tough but not as bad as it could have been. It was hard for my daughters since they were so young and they thought that I might die but its been 7 years this month since I found the cancer and i have been cancer free ever since. I still worry each year when I have my check up that the cancer will be in my left breast. I just live life to the fullest and try to eat on things that i know fight cancer and take care of myself. I plan on watching my girls finish highschool and college and I intend to live long enough to be an old old lady.

Leonie said...

Just jumping to say- I hate mice, too! lol!

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