While at my parental's home Sunday, my dad informed me he saw a mouse in their house. My cliched female response: I shrieked with ickiness and terror at the thought of any small mammal/rodent being in my home. My dad said something like, it's just the time of year that mice get in a warm house--it's not a reflection of cleanliness... Still, I was grossed out and soooooo glad that someone as perfect and constantly cleaning as I would ever have such an issue. Whew.
I went into work Monday and noted all of these rectangle things along the baseboards. I asked our HR person what they were and she said that there was a mouse in the hall over the weekend and these were glue traps that don't use toxins or poisions, etc, so they are safe. Oh my!! I think someone said again something like oh, it's just the time of year. Yeah, right, I thought. How come I've lived here all of my life and never heard a peep about mice?? A co-worker told a story about how she had a mouse, but never saw it, only the droppings. I asked what they looked like and she told me, little black things. Huh.
Went home to see little black things around the plants and flowers I recently brought in from outside to protect from the chilly night air...
Best Part of the Day-
Got my MacBook back in my possession. That whole separation ordeal was honestly torture.
Torture!!!
Worst Part of the Day-
For kicks I set a glue mouse trap where I saw little black thingys (which I assumed were little flower petals shrunken and all balled up--they were surrounding my frickin flowers and plants!!)
This morning, at 5:50am, mind you, I came down to find a tiny brown mouse alive and kicking though thoroughly stuck in the glue. I was freaked and shocked and disturbed and grossed out to the max. I made the first of one of my many large parenting mistakes: I let Scarlet see how freaked and scared I was to simply pick up the (squeaking and squirming!!!) mouse/trap and plop it in a garbage bag and just move on with the morn activs. I just could not do it....Scarlet saw my fear (phobia) and started mimicking it perfectly with facial and hand gestures indicating my level of grossed out-ness. Awful!!!! What a non-ideal way to start an early ass day. Really one of the worst.
Happy B-day, Molly!!! There is NO WAY we can be as old as they say!! Wishing you the happiest day!!
1 comment:
Are you putting mouse traps outside? That seems a little inhumane. Inside, you must do what needs to be done but outside is cold blooded.
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