As if seeing two snakes this spring hasn't shocked me enough, we discovered a mouse in our laundry room closet at 5am. Coincidentally, the very same closet I hid in during hide-n-seek yesterday. Had I been in the dark closet and the mouse would have made the very bad decision of ....say.....jumping on my head, I'm not sure I would have survived with my wits intact. And surly, the mouse would not have survived the big, terrified lady's thrashing in the dark, crowded closet.
The only comical part of the story was watching The Husband go to battle against the mouse with the shop vac. From my vantage point in the kitchen he looked almost like he was sword fighting. I honestly thought for a moment that he made the whole thing up because he was so dramatically flailing about, but sure enough he scooped up the mouse. He assured me his dramatic flair was really just his desperate attempt to not allow the mouse to escape the closet and go into our (gulp) bedroom. But, I've seen the man try to catch snakes in our yard and his technique is similar....part terror, part determination. Apparently, it works for him.
We debated for about 30 seconds if a mouse can survive being sucked up by a shop vac and live to tell the story. He took it out onto the deck and confirmed that yes, a mouse can survive. As he made his discovery #3 woke up from all the commotion and as he was showing her the mouse it jumped about 4 feet in the air out of the shop vac and ran under the deck.
Oh great.
I am now in the process of sterilizing the closet, removing the contents and either throwing things away or washing and sealing them in my trusty Ziploc bags. Stupid mouse ate all my chocolate marshmallow bunnies that I forgot I bought at Easter and because I have no idea where the little creeper urinated, I had to pitch my box of Splenda. Ew. Ew. Ew.
I guess I'll be researching mouse traps later in the event the mouse decides it was worth the ride in the shop vac to eat my Nutri-grain bars.....
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Eewwww! I'm with ya - the presence of those rodents is more than I can bear. On the rare occasion that we get one, my completely useless, dumb-as-a-post, lazy fat cat just sniffs at it and growls. From her stationary vantage point, far far away. Dumb cat.
Good thing she's so soft and pretty.
get those electric shocking kind :)
"Ew. Ew. Ew."
I whole-heartedly concur!!!
So...in hearing this terrifying tale of mouse woes I am compelled to share my own!
I awoke one summer morning to the feeling of someone playing with my hair...you see where this is going...and as I shared a bed with a roommate at the time I assumed it was her, until I heard her snoring...I then VERY quickly flipped my hair and a large brown mouse was flung directly across the room, hit the wall, dropped to the floor, and proceeded to scurry away. NOT the best start to the day!!! Thoroughly grossed out...I jumped in the shower!
So...praise that husband of your's for his flailing...it may have saved you from a similar experience!
First, let me say that I had the exact same experience that jenne did when I was a kid.
And, second, I was in your neck of the woods (literally) last week visiting Susan Elder and family. Susan told me you lived close by and now I understand completely the jungle you are up against. I feel you pain.
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