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  • Mouse trauma

    16 posts, 13 voices, 1336 views, started Apr 14, 2009

    Posted on Tuesday, April 14, 2009 by Terrir

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    • Amethyst
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      OK, so I've been suspecting for the past few days that there's a mouse around. I was finding "evidence" on the stove and then in our dry goods cabinet. So I bought two of those "sonar rodent repellants" and plugged them into the kitchen, and all was well for a day.  

      Tonight, I came home from a wonderously prayerful and peaceful Good Friday liturgy and made my hesitant yet determined perusal of the stove. All fine. YAY. Then opened the food cabinet...and...what was that on the bottom storage shelf? Did I miss it when I cleaned the first time? Hmmmmmmm. Uh oh. What are these little paper shreds on MY FOOD SHELF??? SOMETHING'S BEEN TRYING TO EAT MY GRANOLA BAR. UGH!!!!!! Into the trash can it went. Out came the bleach. Wiped down my two shelves. I couldn't bear to do more than two at a time...but maybe would tackle the rest in a few min when I got my strength back.

      THEN...

      After a moment to regather strength, I went to clean out the other three shelves. Found a partially nibbled chocolate bar and something else Mr. Mouse had been into. He seemed particularly active there; chocolate fix, no doubt. Cleaned two shelves, then went to pull out the toaster oven on the bottom shelf...and OMG!!!!!!! There he was!!!!!!!!!!!! He crawled over my hand!!!!!!!!!

      EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!  

      I screamed like the devil was after me (which, indeed, he was), flew out of the kitchen, had a complete heart attack, jumpe up and down in the living room for a full five minutes, and realized that I could not sleep with a mouse in the kitchen. AND, he had been there the whole time I was taking everything else out of the cabinet, shelf by shelf, making all the racket in the world...the bold little imp!!!!! Had he no fear broom?????? Or me??????

      WHAAAAAT TO DOOOOOOOOOOOO???  

      I put on my big boots (yes I did), got the broom and stuck it around the corner and banged on the cabinet. Nothing. Was he still in there? Ready now to jump out with eyes rolling, claws primed and fangs barred????

      So, faced with a sleepless night and more trauma than I can already handle, I did the only thing possible. Went downstairs where the loud people under me were having a party (sans music this time), boldly knocked on the door, got the guy to come up and check the cabinet and the rest of the kitchen for me and then set the trap that we bought last August but never took out of the pkg. He said I'd probably hear a "snap" (sorry...very little karmic love going on here) which, in itself, grossed me out. He said if I was too grossed out to deal with it, just to come back and get him and he'd take care of The Remains.  

      Nicest guy. Way to young for me and aso, married, but possibly my new BFF. He said they've had a mouse running around their place, too, and his wife is just like me. Can't deal at all. But they have a dog that just goes snipping after it and it vamooses. I need a whole zoo to protect me.

      So now, I'm COMPLETELY TRAUMATIZED here, without a bave roommate, without a schmoo to call my own. (The Schmoo is a friend's cat, which she offered to bring over, just to get a "cat atmosphere" going here.) I'm afraid I'll never get to sleep...so I'm here with a 5th of vodka ON GOOD FRIDAY (good grief!!!!!!) trying to get my heart to stop pounding. What a horrific, disgusting moment. HE COULD HAVE BITTEN ME. Our food is probably all disease-ridden. Oh no...I feel my throat closing up...can't breathe...gggggggggggaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggg.

      I'm such a girl.

      And I don't even care.

      I hope that thing snaps in the night when I have my noisemaker and ear plugs in and that thousands—no, millions—of mice everywhere take it as a sign that I WILL NOT BE TRIFFLED WITH!!!!!!!!!

      OK...back to hiding under the bed...



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          Carol Smith wrote Apr 14, 2009
        • I love this story...you are not alone.  I would have done the very same thing.



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          (華娃娃) ChinaDoll wrote Apr 14, 2009
        • I had that experience once.  Though I am an animal lover, I cannot get to like mouse/mice.  One time the whole family moved into to my house and I located the entrance (via my son’s closet in the corner).  My husband got one mouse trap and we did get one.  eeeewwww.  They even got into my bird cage and ate the seeds.  The problem was they scared the birds so they had night flight.

          Ok, time to get a cat which I did now.



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          Mjmurphy wrote Apr 14, 2009
        • Great story! You are so very funny with the fangs and the remains...lol. I cannot set a trap either, afraid I will snap it off on my fingers and then as you point out there are the remains to deal with. I have a hard time killing anything but I did get past that with mice.



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          Cynthia Schmidt wrote Apr 14, 2009
        • That was hysterical - I admire your humor under the circumstances!

          What is it with mice and toasters? Yours is not the first experience I’ve heard of. One friend of mine had his toast in and had actually lowered it and after the thing started heating up, the mouse jumped out of the other side and ran across his counter! ICK!

          Thank you for sharing your story, I hope the mouse is now in little mousy heaven! My cat, Mr. Murphy is a great mouser, unfortunately he tries to bring them, live, into the house first before he dismembers them on my white carpet!



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          Terrir wrote Apr 14, 2009
        • I’m actually an animal lover myself, especially dogs. But I see mice as unwelcomed intruders, invading my territory. They have the whole wide world to roam and play...NOT my kitchen. So, run along, little rodents, and find happier playgrounds. Because if I catch you, you will pay!  

          OK, I’m obviously pulling on a little bravado here...because: ARE YOU KIDDING ME...INSIDE THE TOASTER SLOT????? OMG. I can only take so much. Maybe I should put in the 911 call now, just to alert them that a scream is about to be heard throughout the land...



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          D Shelli wrote Apr 14, 2009
        • Ahhhhhh!!! I was freaked out just reading your account of what happened....I HATE rodents!!  I’m sure there is a name for this phobia. We had a mouse in our house probably 12 years ago.  I wouldn’t go in the house until I was sure it was gone. We have a contract with a pest management company to spray for termites, spiders etc. but, most importantly to keep out the rodents.  We’ve cut out a lot of things from our budget due to the economy but, the Orkin man “ain’t going nowhere“!!  LOL!



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          Terrir wrote Apr 14, 2009
        • If you find the phobic name, send it on...solidarity rules!

          BTW: I live in an apartment building, so even if I get this one little bugger, I’m afraid there will be others lurking around. The landlord isn’t convinced that my traumatization deserves a pest-control call. (There’s gotta be something he’s afraid of, and when I find it...look out!)



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          Carolnphil wrote Apr 14, 2009
        • Much better than a big huge rat running through the house!  We live in the country so I’ve had them get into the house.  When they‘re bigger than the cat you know you’ve got problems!  

          I’ve found the best thing is a glue trap.  They get stuck on it and exhaust themselves trying to get off it and just DIE.  You take a bag from the store and put around your hand and invert the whole thing leaving the trap plus animal inside the bag with your hand never touching it.  Then just dispose in the garbage!  Voila!  Gone!

          Remind me to tell you all some time about my experiences shooting rats out my bedroom window.  giggle  I am quite the expert shot.



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          UK Girl wrote Apr 14, 2009
        • I have NO fear of anything .........but anything rodent – always have and will have sorry I would have moved or gone to a hotel and paid for a rodent killer company to give my place a clean bill of health ........ Hate mice, gerbils, and guinea pigs, rabbits, squirrels ,rats .......vile creatures – exterminate ...



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          Marie Hempsey wrote Apr 14, 2009
        • LMAO! That was such a funny story I can totally relate. My kitty brought home a chipmunk the other night..It was “playing” dead. As soon as she sat it down to bat it around a little...open flew it’s eyes and it ran circles around the downstairs...LOL. The girls had a friend over and they were all screaming...my hubby and oldest son were chaising the thing with a broom...LOL
          It was hysterical. It ended up behind our dining room radiator sitting on the molding...there was NO way to reach it. The cat was going nuts climbing up and trying to go through the radiater slats and trying to go under...LOL
          We never did get it. The next day the cat was acting normal so I figured she got the poor little guy. Everything was back to normal...
          Until....
          I was sitting in the living room watching tv, all by myself in the evening and who scurried across the floor??? You got it ..Mr. Chipmunk. Panic ensued , I chased and ...he went back to the same spot, which I knew we could not get to him . We never did get him, but obviously he is gone...not sure if he made it to the basement and eventually outside or if the cat did, indeed, finish her prey! He can’t possibly still be here......can he?



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          Terrir wrote Apr 14, 2009
        • Irishree, my question precisely: he can’t possibly still be here...can he???

          Thanks for sharing your story. Once again, all those against rodents: unite!



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          Lorilyn wrote Apr 22, 2009
        • Fear of mice:

          • Musophobia, Murophobia or Suriphobia.

          I had a face to face encounter while looking in my Mom’s cupboard years ago. I never knew I could scream so loudly.lol. I’m not afraid of them,but it caught me off guard,and was right in my face!eww!



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          Terrir wrote Apr 22, 2009
        • Oh goodie. I can name it (Musophobia, Murophobia or Suriphobia), which kind of makes it a condition, which kind of gives me permission to throw a freakin’ tizzy fit that the landlord has not taken a stronger stand re my personal level of trauma.  

          Insult to injury, yesterday one of the posion bait blocks that landlord suggested laying down HAD MOVED BACK INTO A TUNNEL between the dishwasher and the wall. OMG. Is this a Chuck E Cheese replica we‘re dealing with here? Images of a rodent the size of a small elephant quickly passed across my glazed eyes. I immediately left the kitchen and barricaded myself in my room, shored up by Desperate Housewives reruns and, you got it, that lovely vodka bottle.  

          Today, thankfully, my roommate returned from a two week trip. She, much braver than I, decided that we need to put out a live trap and just TAKE CARE OF with the friggin’ thing—albeit in a godfather kind of “Take care of it, Vito” way. (I, you understand, can’t even SEE one or I’ll flip out.)  

          So a live trap box is now felicitously positioned along the baseboard where poison block was moved. The current plan is: she’ll get up first, check the box, put a piece of paper over it if it has a “guest,” and will leave for work.

          I will then hesitantly poke my head into the kitchen. If there’s a “white flag” draped over the box, I will promply call man-friend down the street, who has valianly offered to come and release said beast into a land far, far away.  

          Box will be replaced, and then I will leave for work...and hope that roommate returns first to replace signal flag...if needed.

          I feel empowered that we are taking matters into our own hands (rather, roommate and man-friend’s hands, while I watch from A Very Safe Distance) but will feel even more empowered when we can moved our dried goods back into the kitchen and live like human beings again.

          Sigh. It’s been a hell-u-va way to start the Easter season!



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