I'm such a girl...
"A huge, like, spider or something just ran across you kitchen!" Becky said.
"Something?" I said, "Like a mouse?"
"Yeah...that makes more sense than a tarantula!" she laughed.
"Oh, nooo," I moaned, "I haaaate mice. They've probably gotten into everything!"
And they did. They kept us up all night munching on something we couldn't see. I even dreamed about them. (Ughhgh, what an awful dream!) But I can handle it. It's a world wide problem. I'm an adult. We've had mice in almost every place we lived. Even here already, last year. I can handle it, as long as Don empties the traps.
Except.
Don left on tour today. Until November. And I am left ... well, not quite alone.
When I got home today, I very hesitantly checked the traps. Oh no. No, no. That one is flipped right over. I tried, honestly, I did my best to be brave. But in the end, the bravest I could be was to get my landlord's number a mere 4 feet above the deceased culprit.
"Um, hi, Dave, this is pretty embarrassing, but..."
Within minutes, my kitchen was my own again. Until the loud snap I just heard*...
How am I gonna last the next 2 weeks?
*phew. i checked. the trap just snapped on it's own. Now I'll at least be able to sleep knowing there won't be a dead mouse lying in the next room all night.
posted by pamero @ 10/15/2010 09:00:00 p.m.
3 Comments:
I always think of myself as a pretty tough farm girl, BUT when it comes to mice, I'm right there with you.
In desperation, once, I just closed my eyes, picked the whole thing up (mouse and trap) with a plastic bag wrapped around my hands, and threw it all in the garbage without looking at it. I figured traps are pretty inexpensive. :-)
*shudder* There's something about a mouse looking you straight in the eyeballs that stops you cold.
Good luck.
Rubber gloves and tons of paper towels. It gets a little expensive because you have to throw the trap away too but it's the only way when there is no man around to empty the trap.
Been there, done that.
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