.... were here waiting for us when we got back from Disneyland.
Yep. We have mice. Or, at least, mouse droppings under the sink.
Finding out you have mice is never a good feeling, but I infinitely prefer finding out this way than finding out the way we did when we lived in Laramie.
First, let me set the scene. Laramie is an island of brown and gold in a sea of rolling plains. And the roads in Laramie go for a while, and then dead end in the rolling plains. And we lived at the very end of one such road, right next to the rolling plains (that's our townhouse on the right. Also, our road was like that from November-March or so.)
When the weather turned cold, all the little critters in the rolling plains ran under the fence and into our neighborhood.
One night I woke up in the middle of the night to find Jason pulling on a sweatshirt in the dark.
"What are you doing?"
Pause.
"I have to go to Wal-Mart."
"For what? It's the middle of the night!"
Pause.
"For mousetraps."
And then he just left me there! I couldn't fall back asleep, so I just sat in the middle of the bed with the light on, and after a few minutes I could hear skittering and scratching downstairs. I went into Tempe's room to feed her, and while I was sitting on the couch with her, a mouse came up the stairs, stood in the doorway, and stared at me.
When Jason got home with the traps, the whole story came out.
"So... could you hear them running around? Did it wake you up?" I asked him.
Jason wouldn't meet my eyes. Finally, he told me what really happened.
"I was asleep in bed and all of a sudden, I woke up and I could feel something on my chest. It ran down my neck and behind the bed and I could hear it scratching around. At first, I thought it was just a spider, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it must have been a really big spider for me to have felt it on my chest. So I went downstairs and I could hear it running around. And then I turned on the light and there were two mice running around in the middle of the floor."
So the spider on his chest (already pretty bad) was really a mouse on his chest. In our bed. With us.
Nice.
3 comments:
That story just freaked me out! I hate mice!! We have already caught two here in this house (one was actually in the garage, but I know it had been in the house). Gross. We never had any in Laramie, but we caught several in our home in Cheyenne. Welcome home!
Isn't it just the worst to know that a mouse is in your house?? We have killed 3 in our apartment here in Thermop. I just hate those little buggers.
I remember hearing this story about your mouse in Laramie. It's pretty funny...but gross too.
You guys should get a cat.
That is terrifying. I only like mice in Beatrix Potter stories.
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