February 7, 2008
Journal of our Wednesday night adventures
WARNING: This post might give you the heebie-jeebies.
8:00 P.M.: David and I are sitting on the couch, watching some stupid TV show, both so sleepy for some reason we can barely keep our eyes open.
8:45 P.M.: I see something dark moving around inside the kitchen light fixture. As much as I hate bugs, I really hope it’s just a big bug. No, David says, that would be a mouse. Adrenaline rush follows; sleepiness disappears.
8:46 P.M.: I make the wise decision that this event definitely needs to be documented on camera.
9:15 P.M.: Still formulating a plan, after dismissing several ideas. The only way to get the little sucker out of there is to take the cover off the light, which runs the risk of the mouse jumping out and getting who-knows-where in the house. That definitely won’t work. After all, we’d like to go to bed at some point tonight. Maybe.
9:30 P.M.: Plan formulated; mouse-catching contraption begins to be erected:
9:45 P.M.: We give Sasha a rawhide chew and shut her in the bedroom, just in case this doesn’t work. She’s now oblivious to what’s going on.
9:47 P.M.: We both get up on a stepladder at each end of the light fixture. We take the cover off (through the plastic bags), tilt it down towards David’s end (isn’t he gallant?) and the mouse slides into the trash bags. Good job, David!
9:48 P.M. David twists up the trash bag and is about to cut it off with scissors; I say, “Don’t you want a twist-tie first?”
9:55 P.M.: David rolls the big green trash can (with mouse inside) out to the curb a day early. He’s not about to take any chances.
10:55 P.M.: I’m almost ready to go to bed; David is still sitting on the couch, occasionally letting out involuntary shudders.
11:37 P.M. (I think): David finally comes to bed.
A final interesting note: It just so happens that today is the Chinese New Year, and it is the year of the rat. Coincidence? I think not.
Comments(11)
This is my favorite part: “10:55 P.M.: I’m almost ready to go to bed; David is still sitting on the couch, occasionally letting out involuntary shudders.”
I can totally picture it, like I was there!! Great story!
YIKES!!!! How traumatic. Several years ago a roommate and I had a horrible mouse problem at an old home we lived in so Cameron and one of his friends came over with BB guns and started shooting at them:)
How did the mouse get in your light fixture? So strange! Very smart “mousetrap” =)
It came in through the attic, then couldn’t get back out. David put some packets of poison in the attic, so hopefully that will solve the problem. We haven’t seen any (or any evidence of any) in the house, which we are very thankful for!
A few years ago we had a bird get in our house. He was in a hanging plant I had outside. We opened the door for some reason and he flew left when he should have flown right. I can’t remember any creative way that we shooed him out. I think Jim cornered him in our bedroom and trapped him. He was one very happy bird when we got him outside!
But a mouse??? EEEWWWWW!!!
man, i hopped on the computer for a sec before bed and read your blog. now i have involuntary shudders! haha just jokin’! i bet you were freakin out! one time when i worked at the sm office, a mouse ran by my desk and i jumped on top of my desk faster than you can imagine. i’m sure when dave and paul walked in they thought, “what a girl!”
david letterman is on tv in the background and jack hannah is on with a cobra. great.
jennifer-call an exterminator. one mouse is the sign you have more. they can (and do) get everywhere from your attic.
The 8:46P.M. post is definitely my favorite!
Another thought: How long does it take a mouse to chew through a plastic bag?
I’m still chortling out loud at the running monologue on this. I can just picture the involuntary shudders. You missed a calling in prose.
“Another thought: How long does it take a mouse to chew through a plastic bag?”
Fortunately, longer than it takes to get said mouse into the big green monster. And I don’t think he can chew through THAT. At least, I hope not. I suspect he’s currently either enjoying the gourmet feast the landfill offers, or he’s gone on to that big cheese wheel in the sky.