kcjodih
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Or should I say A mouse!!!
Man, I'm such a chicken shit girlie girl! A few minutes ago I hear some bangs, and then a big crash. I walk down the hall towards the bedrooms to see what the noise was (thought one of the kids had to get up to go to the bathroom) and there is our 11 year old cat (an INdoor cat) sitting in my daughter's doorway staring at the wall. When I call her name, she looks at me and gives me a pitiful little meow. She looks to be staring at a pile of beads and craft stuff that my 12 yo DD had stacked near the door that is now all over the place. As I squat down to try to coax kitty, I see something dark and then some sort of HORRIBLE, BONY looking little claw/feet type things!
I of course scream, and run into the MB and yell at hubby to get the hell up and get whatever is in our daughter's room. The poor man has been asleep an hour and has to get up in 6 more and is totally out of it. He stumbles down the hall, there's dead silence (I am of course up on the bed) and then he starts closing my son's door, the bathroom door etc. He comes in and I ask what is it, he says a mouse, and heads slowly off down the hall to find 'something' to get it with.
Comes back with a TW container and then after a bit says 'I need some help', at which point I holler 'not on your life, wake up our 9yo DS', he sighs, theres some banging and then he asks me to AT LEAST turn off the house alarm. He then hollers for me to open the kitchen/deck door and I do ONLY after insisting he go far away with whatever he has. I run in the kitchen, fling back the locks, throw open the door, and boot it back down the hall to my room, UP on my bed.
He comes back in, locks the door, comes in the bedroom, sets the alarm, washes his hands and gets into bed. I ask how he caught it, he says a container over it and then he somehow slid a thin hardcover book under it. He had wanted me to put weight on the container in case it tried to get out - NOT!!!
I sooooo want to move RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!
Oh ya, I AM moving. Beginning of July, to a house in the woods, 10 minutes out of town, with alpacas across the street, goats down the road AND a neighbour who just found bear tracks bigger than his foot in his back field! Think I'll be free of mice way out there?!?!?!
ARGGGGGGGG
Man, I'm such a chicken shit girlie girl! A few minutes ago I hear some bangs, and then a big crash. I walk down the hall towards the bedrooms to see what the noise was (thought one of the kids had to get up to go to the bathroom) and there is our 11 year old cat (an INdoor cat) sitting in my daughter's doorway staring at the wall. When I call her name, she looks at me and gives me a pitiful little meow. She looks to be staring at a pile of beads and craft stuff that my 12 yo DD had stacked near the door that is now all over the place. As I squat down to try to coax kitty, I see something dark and then some sort of HORRIBLE, BONY looking little claw/feet type things!
I of course scream, and run into the MB and yell at hubby to get the hell up and get whatever is in our daughter's room. The poor man has been asleep an hour and has to get up in 6 more and is totally out of it. He stumbles down the hall, there's dead silence (I am of course up on the bed) and then he starts closing my son's door, the bathroom door etc. He comes in and I ask what is it, he says a mouse, and heads slowly off down the hall to find 'something' to get it with.
Comes back with a TW container and then after a bit says 'I need some help', at which point I holler 'not on your life, wake up our 9yo DS', he sighs, theres some banging and then he asks me to AT LEAST turn off the house alarm. He then hollers for me to open the kitchen/deck door and I do ONLY after insisting he go far away with whatever he has. I run in the kitchen, fling back the locks, throw open the door, and boot it back down the hall to my room, UP on my bed.
He comes back in, locks the door, comes in the bedroom, sets the alarm, washes his hands and gets into bed. I ask how he caught it, he says a container over it and then he somehow slid a thin hardcover book under it. He had wanted me to put weight on the container in case it tried to get out - NOT!!!
I sooooo want to move RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!
Oh ya, I AM moving. Beginning of July, to a house in the woods, 10 minutes out of town, with alpacas across the street, goats down the road AND a neighbour who just found bear tracks bigger than his foot in his back field! Think I'll be free of mice way out there?!?!?!
ARGGGGGGGG