When I say mouse trap do you think of the fun childhood game? I did...until last night.
Last night a small, dark object crawled across the floor upstairs. Yes, I freaked out. I thought it was a giant cockroach like the ones I experienced in Dominica. I had never seen a mouse in a house. Ever. It was tiny and FAST! Mr. H came upstairs to my squeals and the little guy crawled under the sofa. My first suggestion, let's catch it! Mr. H laughed at that one... We didn't want to kill it, but we both knew we couldn't let him live in our house. Were there more? Was there a nest? Were they already multiplying like crazy? Of course my mind started spinning with all kinds of horrible ideas. Chewed wires, destroyed insulation, constant pitter-patter in the walls, the need for a mass extermination. And all in our beautiful new home. NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Well, Mr. H and I made a WalMart run and got some mouse poison. We were both a little sad thinking about poisoning this little guy (he was cute!) but we knew it was best. We got home, laid out our poison traps, and called it a night. We also checked the attic, right next to the TV room where we first saw him, and didn't see any other little critters, poop pellets, nets, nothing. That made me feel a little better. Maybe if we could get rid of this one we'd be okay.
This morning I got up, grabbed my Bible, curled up under a blanket, and settled in on the couch for some reading. Then something crawled across my leg UNDER THE BLANKET. I FREAKED! To be honest, a huge spider was the first thing that popped in my head. I catapulted off the couch, throwing Bible, pen, and blanket in random directions. Then the cute little furry friend crawled across the ground and under a pile of pictures still waiting to be hung.
I ran into the bedroom and scared the crud out of Mr. H, who was still peacefully sleeping until I got there. Then the fun began...
The pile of pictures was about 6 feet from the front door. We decided to open the door and try to scare the little guy out of his hiding place and right out the front door. Almost. We scared him out of his hiding place, right around the corner, and into a closet. Luckily the closet was still completely empty. We knew that we needed to start blocking off alternate routes. This is was happened...
So we're cornering, chasing, looking ridiculous, all in our pajamas with our front door wide open!
The little guy ends up leading us on a chase from the closet, through the guest room/junk room, into the office, under both bookcases, into the kitchen, behind the fridge, under the fridge, under the edge of the cabinets, and finally into a corner were I kind of accidentally barricade him with two framed pictures. The entire chase process took about an hour.
Here's a little glimpse at what our home looked like...
And here he is looking adorable under one of the bookcases.
Yes, he's actually pretty darn cute! Mr. H was definitely talking to this thing like it was a new friend. Those of you that know my hubby well will not be surprised.
Once he was accidentally barricaded, my capturing idea didn't seem so crazy. Mr. H grabbed a tupperware bowl and voila! We had a mouse! This is him in the bowl on our tile floor.
Excellent. We have him in a bowl. Now what???
We slid some cardstock under the bowl...
and VERY, VERY, carefully slid the bowl all the way down the long hallway and out the side door. We contemplated for a split second going to buy him a cage and naming our new pet, but decided he would always be wild and never as friendly as Sully. So Mr. H decided driving him to a field and letting him go there would be better than right next to our house since he already knew how to get in and everything.
So, still clad in our pajamas (and not completely decent for the outside world) we headed down the road about half a mile to a nice field. We both forgot to put on shoes, but did remember to close the wide-open front door as we drove away. Go us!
Mr. H released our new buddy, told him bye, and walked back to the car barefoot. Awesome.
How as your Sunday morning?
2 comments:
OH MY GOODNESS!!!! BELLY LAUGHING!!!! Thank you for that! Made my day, although I literally would have had a panic attack and would've had to sleep at a hotel last night. You are so much braver than me. I.DON'T.DO.RODENTS.
I'm even impressed you let it go...naturally I would've killed the little sucker. That's sounds so morbid. Sorry.
Kudos to ya'll for a VERY productive morning. Ours wasn't nearly as interesting as yours, and I'm kinda thankful for that :)
I can't believe it crawled on your leg!!!!!!!!!!!! I wouldn't know what to do with myself after that!!!!!!!
Amanda Edge
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