Nothing quite so nice as mice!
I like Mickey Mouse. His friend, Minnie, is lovely. The three "Mouse-ke-teers" are also quite charming.
But the family of mice living in my back yard are about to do me in.
My husband says, " What's the big deal? They're just field mice."
I reminded him that we do not live in a field. We live in almost the dead center of Lubbock, with nary a field in sight.
I guess he got tired of hearing a shrill shrieking noise (that was me, not the mice) every time I went outside and spotted gray fur scurrying down alongside the bottom of our fence.
He put out two mice traps--the kind that lure the mice in and then twirl them around inside a circular container that advertises "no viewing" of the dead mouse. (Goodness gracious--who would want to view that?!)
So far, they haven't been interested in checking out this disasterous joyride.
But, I am still having the pleasure of seeing them. I spotted one just a few minutes ago, and I think I heard him chatting with a friend.
So if you're outside sometime this week, and you hear shrieking, it's me. Sorry.
Jana
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Luke says:
I like Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse too. The three Mouseketeers are alright, but they are not the greatest thing in the world.
I have not seen the mice in the backyard because my mom sees them first and screams, then they run away.
I would like to sell some tickets to the mice so they can try out the new ride. The tickets are only 25 cents, but maybe the mice aren't ready to try it out. Maybe I should make them only 10 cents.
I'm pretty sure I have told you about the great mouse adventure while camping in a trailer in Colorado.
The short version is that the only mousetraps we could find in Leadville resembled little La Brea Tar traps - a shallow tray with very sticky stuff and a little bait in it.
Sure enough, in the middle of the night we heard a swishing sound and turned on the light to see a mouse with two feet stuck in the tray and two feet out - surfing in circles like it was a skateboard.
Now. What do you do with a live mouse stuck in a tar pit in the middle of the night?
Bob, if this had happened to us, I would do one of two things:
1. Wake up Rob and alert him to the new problem, or
2. Pretend I didn't hear it and hope Rob will wake up and take care of it.
You see a theme here.
I think men and women can share just about any chore, except for anything that involves trapping an animal.
By the way, if you had peeked through our window around 7:30 tonight, you would have seen all four of us planted in front of the living room window, watching a stray black cat stalking said mice.
He pounced, we all jumped, and that, my friends, was the end of this sad mouse tale. Ick.
Jana
Well, at least two participants/observers in the mouse hunt are happy.
This weekend you need to rent "Mouse Hunt". You will laugh. We enjoyed it especially when we were watching those furry little gray things INSIDE our home. Talk about screaming!
I'm glad they're gone!
Trisha:
I had forgotten about your mice!!!
Weren't they in an interior closet? (The details are foggy to me now)
I haven't seen the movie you've mentioned, but off the record, is it as good as the movie about the calf who is raised by a little boy, grows into a prize-winning steer, sold for top-dollar, and whisked away before he is turned into steak?
If it is as good as that one, I might have to pass! (Hee, hee--inside joke)
Love you!
Jana
P.S. There are MORE mice outside. One scurried behind the clubhouse yesterday when we were outside playing. One is eating seeds in a weedy part of our flowerbed. What can I say? Clearly, they love us!
Oh yes, the steer movie. I'd almost let that one slip from my mind!
Funny thing about mice...they always seem to come back. After our fiasco (yes, the mother mouse who ruined all our special blankets, etc. making a nest for her babies) we had an exterminator place traps all around and fill them with little poison bricks. They never did a thing and Ben has trapped a few by other methods. Just a few days ago, Ben found that a mouse has eaten and scattered a poison brick under our kitchen sink. So the mouse has either dragged himself to some quiet place to die (and we may or may not find him before sweet Olivia does...) or he enjoyed the snack and our poison is no longer one bit deadly. Either way, it makes me a little sick to my stomach!
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