Saturday, June 9, 2012

After the Men, the Mice...

Alone. Finally.

As many of you know, Poker Chick Brother moved out not too long ago, leaving this girl with a quiet evening at home alone.  Or so we thought.

Something looked like it was on the floor next to our handbag so we went over to inspect what mess we made this time.  Except this mess was moving.  And furry.  And it had a pink tail.


And so, the freakout began.

Next thing we knew we were digging out the only mousetrap we thought we had stashed in an old cabinet from years ago and going on YouTube to find out how to set it.

Minutes later we had successfully set our first mousetrap, taken one brief minute to pat ourselves on the back, then sat barricaded in the bedroom, blankets pulled up to our chin, looking all around, hoping not to see or hear anything.  Needless to say, we didn't sleep much that night.

Married for years....no mice.  For months the brother slept on the floor... and nothing.  And now,  NOW that the mice-catching men have left, NOW this thing decides to pay us a visit?  Now, this isn't to say that a woman isn't just as prepared to catch a mouse as a man is.  We're just saying that THIS particular woman happens to be a bona fide wimp when it comes to the crawly things.  Why, why, why did this happen right when we were doing so well with the independence thing?

We were prepared for being a single parent, but we were not prepared for this.  Perhaps independence is overrated.

Let's just say if we suddenly become yet another single mom with a cat, you'll know why.

5 comments:

Wendy said...

I kept telling Ella this winter that the mice in our house are more afraid of her than she is of them. They are sneaky and they hide, they don't come out looking for people to terrorize. Just clean up your crumbs and look behind the couch for hidden bagels (our bagels kept ending up behind the furniture for some reason, and that attracted a couple of them) and lay out a multitude of mousetraps. Our mice are gone now but I think it's because there is more of a food source outside. But they better not come back next winter! Although it was pretty funny when one morning Claire and I heard a scratching sound, and upon moving the toy shelf we found a little mouse with his back turned to us eating half a bagel as big as he was. He turned around to look at us, his paws still holding up the bagel, as if to say, "What. I can't eat a bagel in peace?" and then he took off.

Becky Schenker said...

My mice come dead on the porch, courtesy of the cat. And they always make me wish I had a prince to save me.

Becky Schenker said...

My mice come dead on the porch, courtesy of the cat. And they always make me wish I had a prince to save me.

Emily said...

Where there's one, there are more. I'm just sayin'.

Poker Chick said...

Nooooo.....