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apparently wild animals see our house as a beacon of welcoming light.

i've said it before: we have critters that find their way into our house, and i don't think i'll ever get used to it.  remember the gerbil-sized spider?  or the time a bat was in bed with us?  or the time we saw a mouse run across our ceiling?

well.  a few weeks back, i was in the kitchen folding laundry, and i saw movement out of the corner of my eye.  i looked over and there was a mouse busting in from the dining room, but it made it under the fridge before i could log any distinguishing characteristics (size, color, memorable tattoos).  so instead of breaking out my detective notepad in a cool, calm, and ready-for-investigation manner, i started screaming.

todd was upstairs putting the kids to bed, and took about an hour (probably around 90 real-life seconds ) to come running down the stairs.  when he found out i was screaming about a mouse, he was perturbed (read: pissed at me for scaring the crap out of him).  he pulled out the fridge, but the mouse had crawled down the hole where the waterline comes up.  yes.  the mouse was going to play it that way.

the next day i was upstairs putting away the laundry, and again, i saw a mouse busting across the floor in the bathroom, where he got under the door to the attic.  being by myself and not wanting to get rabies, i didn't even bother to see if i could trap him.  i just put on shoes so as not to walk around barefoot in our mouse-infested house and waited for todd to come home.

before he came home, YET ANOTHER MOUSE ran across the kitchen floor and hid under my stove.  this was getting to be too much and also i wondered if the health department investigates private residences. so todd set some mouse traps and asked if we were trying to catch one very mobile mouse or multiple isolated mice. since i had not documented the mouse-slash-mice's distinguishing marks or license plate numbers, i wasn't sure, so we covered all our bases. we set loaded traps under the fridge, under the stove, in the basement, and in the attic access.

we didn't have to wait long for the gratifying sound of the trap being sprung under the fridge...but unfortunately it was followed by a bunch of squeaking and some desperate scurrying sounds.  the mouse had not been killed, but merely handicapped, and now we had to figure out what the crap to do with a live-but-trapped mouse.  so todd pulled the fridge out to see what we were dealing with...and saw nothing at first.

sorry, but this story is really long (at least how i tell it), so let's do this up soap-opera style and wait for another installment of "as the mice infest."  can you handle the anticipation?  will the mouse get free?  will todd contract rabies?  will i find it in my heart to let the little guy live and perhaps adopt it into our family as a baby brother?  tune in tomorrow to find out.

2 comments :

todd said...

i'm on pins and needles with anticipation...

whenjeskasparks said...

no0o0o0o0o0o0oooo. i need to know the conclusion!