Mickey!?
I'm not a sissy when it comes to bugs or critters. Or at least I didn't think so until this week. I've held a scorpion, killed a tarantula with my shoe (which took several ugly blows), killed a gecko that sneaked home in my suitcase from Mexico, and even helped Nathan catch a snake that made its' way into our basement. I didn't even wear oven mitts. Plus, I was a girl scout for 12 years. I think that statement alone says enough (or at least explains my struggles with my weight; 12 years is a LOT of Thin Mints!).
Then Monday night I became one of those women. You know, the ones who can't handle a little critter or bug. My reaction surprised even me.
Nathan & I were in bed watching TV. Our cat, Tootsie, entered the room and we noticed something was in her mouth. Then she dropped what appeared to be a lifeless mouse on our bedroom floor. Or, so we thought. The mouse suddenly jumped up and ran! It went under the TV cabinet and then into Nathan's closet. Keep in mind that Nathan's closet floor is covered with stuff. Any mouse would have a hay day in there. I jumped up on the bed.... screaming like a little girl. That's right, picture it. There I am, screaming like a little girl.
Nathan decided that he needed to use the bathroom. What!? "Don't you dare leave me with that mouse!" I was thinking. Apparently he couldn't wait. So, I stopped screaming, grabbed Tootsie, and locked her in Nathan's closet with the mouse (hoping she'd finish the job). No such luck. I remembered that a wooden board fell off the bottom of our bed frame so I held that as a weapon as I guarded the closet door while Nathan temporarily abandoned me.
Nathan returned and started taking things out of his closet. Of course, I always have my camera:
The mouse came out and went under the dresser. It was really a circus of events and this story is not doing it justice.
Nathan was able to crush him with the wooden plank and then beat him with a shoe. I provided the bucket to put over the mouse's lifeless body. He tricked us once; we were hoping he was really dead this time. Warning, this is graphic.
Yay for cats!!! Good job, Tootsie. Well, sort of. Next time KILL the mouse.
We took this after the fact. This is my war-pose up on the bed. That's all of the stuff from Nathan's closet.
Tootsie got tuna. Nathan was forced to clean up his closet floor. And, I am now a one of 'those women'.... who screams like a little girl over a critter. And, in case you are wondering, we finally have some mouse traps in our basement.
Then Monday night I became one of those women. You know, the ones who can't handle a little critter or bug. My reaction surprised even me.
Nathan & I were in bed watching TV. Our cat, Tootsie, entered the room and we noticed something was in her mouth. Then she dropped what appeared to be a lifeless mouse on our bedroom floor. Or, so we thought. The mouse suddenly jumped up and ran! It went under the TV cabinet and then into Nathan's closet. Keep in mind that Nathan's closet floor is covered with stuff. Any mouse would have a hay day in there. I jumped up on the bed.... screaming like a little girl. That's right, picture it. There I am, screaming like a little girl.
Nathan decided that he needed to use the bathroom. What!? "Don't you dare leave me with that mouse!" I was thinking. Apparently he couldn't wait. So, I stopped screaming, grabbed Tootsie, and locked her in Nathan's closet with the mouse (hoping she'd finish the job). No such luck. I remembered that a wooden board fell off the bottom of our bed frame so I held that as a weapon as I guarded the closet door while Nathan temporarily abandoned me.
Nathan returned and started taking things out of his closet. Of course, I always have my camera:
The mouse came out and went under the dresser. It was really a circus of events and this story is not doing it justice.
Nathan was able to crush him with the wooden plank and then beat him with a shoe. I provided the bucket to put over the mouse's lifeless body. He tricked us once; we were hoping he was really dead this time. Warning, this is graphic.
Yay for cats!!! Good job, Tootsie. Well, sort of. Next time KILL the mouse.
We took this after the fact. This is my war-pose up on the bed. That's all of the stuff from Nathan's closet.
Tootsie got tuna. Nathan was forced to clean up his closet floor. And, I am now a one of 'those women'.... who screams like a little girl over a critter. And, in case you are wondering, we finally have some mouse traps in our basement.
Rest in peace, little mouse. Rest in peace.
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Our cat used to bring half-dead chipmunks into the house when I was 12 or so. It was fun to watch everyone run and hide from a little bitty thing like that. Enjoyed the pics, you can probably embellish the story and have a great crowd-pleaser for parties.