My husband and I have mice. Not in a cage for experimental purposes or anything interesting like that. But occasionally between our cabinets. Behind our stove. In the dog food…
We had them back in our poor days as students in Philadelphia, our pre-renovation days in Virginia and then again last night. So the fact that I was hearing them in my walls again wasn’t a surprise. The mouse I found trying to jump out of my sink? THAT was a surprise.
I gasped.
It froze.
I backed up and hit the highchair.
It scurried into the garbage disposal.
My husband turned on the water.
Now normally we’re on the same page about the act of disposing mice. (Go ahead, waste your time and call us inhumane, then come clean the sh*t off of my cookie sheets.)
But it’s one thing to find a dead mouse in the trap.
It’s another thing altogether to drown it and…
…I stopped the water.
It was still alive.
My husband shook his head and left the room.
And left me alone.
Well, I wasn’t alone alone…
I did a little girl pee dance as the mouse jumped around in the sink trying to escape. Finally I calmed down, got it into a glass jar and took it out back by the creek.
My first live disposal.
I felt sick for the rest of the night. And a little guilty that I almost killed something so small. Why had it freaked me out so much? What could it have possibly done to me?
And then I found a trail of mouse sh*t all over my counter this morning.
And a gnawed Snack Trap lid on the floor.
Oh, it’s on, mousy…
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Ewwww! (Doing the little girl pee dance right there with ya’!)
Jane´s last [type] ..Wrinkled Boobs- Lucky Charms Cakes And Helping You To Spell Flummoxed – Guess I’m Just A Wealth Of Information
5 mice in 3 days DEAD by mousetrap in the top drawer of our kitchen cabinets.
but i did wake up to a mouse running CIRCLES in my mama’s sink once. that was all kinds of funny. i think he must have been there all night and just went bonkers. i’ll have to ask my husband what he did about it. i can’t remember now. i just went about my busy making coffee and mousy ran and ran and ran in circles…chasing his tail or losing his mind or both…i don’t know.
Sarah´s last [type] ..enough
Mousetraps are in your future.
I would be freaked out, too. My roommate and I had mice in our first apartment and they were crazy!! We heard them eating out bread in a frenzy and they chewed on everything. If it were today, I’d feel bad about ‘disposing’ of them. Back then…not so much. I just can’t believe you grabbed your camera!
LZ´s last [type] ..I came- I saw- I went home BlogHer 2010
We had a rat living in our stove once. Ick.
Kate´s last [type] ..My humidifier gurgles
Oh yes, I totally agree with the mousetrap. Good luck.
Rudri Patel´s last [type] ..I Am Staying Here Forever
Okay, it’s gross and destructive. But look how cute. Fivel! Remy! The Frisbys!
(However, it would not be long for this world in my house. Hello, hypocrisy, thy name is mine.)
We had mice pre kitchen re-do. When I would hear them under the kitchen sink in the live trap (from Terminix) I had to leave the room-and I knew they couldn’t get out. I saw one in the kitchen last summer during lunch. I rushed the kids, their lunch and myself out side, called my husband and said I wasn’t going back in the house until he caught the mouse. He came home (not quickly enough for my taste), traps in hand and eventually caught the mouse. Before he began his trapping adventure, he sent me away so I could calm down. I was making him crazy.
So, you’re a better woman then I am. Hats off to you for trapping it yourself! You rule!
Late Mommy´s last [type] ..Lose 30 Pounds- My 1 Thing to Do This Year
May I suggest peppermint to keep the mice away? Add a little peppermint essential oil to whatever you use to clean counters and to the water when you clean your floors, or just get Dr. Bronner’s Castile Soap w/ Peppermint and rub a bit on counters here and there. Or, put fresh peppermint sprigs where you find the sh*t. It works! Though once I overdid it on the peppermint and a mouse got in and was clearly losing his mind from an o/d. He was running in circles going bonkers like his brain chemistry was all wacky. It was funny for a bit. And then kinda sad. But he eventually made his way out. And it’s better than body disposal, live or dead!
Jen @ Momalom´s last [type] ..Summer’s End
For a moment, I thought you were going to say, “And then we flipped on the garbage disposal…”
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