Monday, January 19, 2015

Pathetic

     We live in an old farmhouse. By old, I mean built in the 1800's. I'm sure back in the day it was considered to be quite a lovely house, and spacious too during that time. In today's world it isn't quite so lovely. For the most part it's comfortable, even though the floors are uneven and creak when you walk, the closets are sadly lacking, and the floor plan was not well thought out. Most days all of that doesn't bother me in the least. There is a draw back to living in an old house that is bigger than any of those reasons. Somehow mice seem to get in easier.
     We have several cats, multiple mouse traps, and for the first time since we moved in here I thought we were going to make it through an entire fall/winter season without any mice trying to move in.
     This morning I was happily going about my morning routine. Getting up and getting breakfast for Mr. Pepper and seeing him off to work, and then enjoying a few minutes of quiet time before the children get up. Everything seemed to be perfectly normal. Mr. Pepper left for work and twenty minutes later our dog wanted to be let in. I let him in and as embarrassing as this sounds, I went to the bathroom, still perfectly content with my life. When sitting there all vulnerable a mouse darted out of the closet and came running toward me. I shrieked, and lifted my feet. The mouse turned and disappeared into the closet while I whimpered in terror. I had to get out of here immediately. I kept my eyes on the spot where the mouse had disappeared and got up, but before I was able to make my escape the mouse darted back out and I found myself perched on the vanity, with another shriek echoing in my ears, and basically hyperventilating.
     The mouse seemed quite oblivious and ran around the room exploring. I managed to get up and balancing myself on the very edge of the vanity I succeeded in my attempt to stretch far enough to unlock and open the door and then launch myself out of the room.
      I was reduced to a pathetic pile of trembling hysterics and quickly emailed Mr. Pepper to let him know how my morning had taken a horrifying turn. He replied as calm and reassuring as ever, but it's still looking like a really long time before he gets home tonight, especially since I know that somewhere in this house, a mouse still wanders free.

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  1. LOL! Sorry, but I couldn't help by laugh and relate! I live in an 1800's farm house too, and the very same thing happened to me while on the "throne" one morning. He darted back from whence he came, a small opening under a cabinet. I have dealt with all kinds traps and poison too, and finally found some spray in foam insulation. It comes in a can. I went all aroundl very small openings around pipes and any where else I could find, like under the kitchen sink etc. No more mice so far! Now, outside in the shop, is a different story. The cats and hubby take care of those. :-)
    Enjoy your day!

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    1. Spray foam has been added to my shopping list for later this week. I need a peaceful mouse free house.

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  2. Oh my goodness! I'm sorry for laughing. Truly I am. But that was just too funny. If I had been there, (although that would hav been awkward wouldn't it, seeing as you were in the bathroom), I would have been perched right next to you on the vanity I don't like mice either.
    Blessings,
    Betsy

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    1. I'm glad I'm not the only one that doesn't like mice. Terrifying little creatures!

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  3. Sounds like a traumatic day! ;) Glad you survived...and I hope the mouse is soon captured!

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    1. I'm hoping the mouse gets captured soon, too! So far it has escaped us.

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  4. Oh, my...you made me giggle out loud. My dogs are looking at me like I'm crazy! It certainly is a visual story, imagining you perched on the vanity, shrieking in terror. And the little mouse was probably scared to death, poor thing. I'm sure his days are numbered when Mr. Pepper gets home!

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    1. Mr. Pepper has, unfortunately not been able to locate the mouse yet. If it was anywhere near as terrified as I was it had a pretty awful start to its day as well.

      That's actually a happy thought. :)

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  5. What a way to start your day! Couldn't help laughing at your depiction of the event as well as empathizing with you.

    Thanks for stopping by my blog and the well wishes.

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    1. Thanks for your empathy. Mice are horrible little creatures.

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  6. Hi Mrs Pepper. So nice to meet you. I'm your newest follower. I do hope Mr Pepper finds that mouse. Eek!

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    1. We have seen the mouse, but so far have been unable to evict it. Eeek!

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  7. Aw... I'm sorry! Lol I'm not scared of mice at all (kept them as pets in college and still enjoy swinging by the pet store to say hi to the cuties there) but I am TERRIFIED of snakes, and your reaction reminds me of when I see one!

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  8. We also live in an old house 1800's...but in town. We are fortunate enough in that we haven't encountered any mice, but the house I grew up in had them from time to time. One day my mother discovered a mouse while in the bathroom. She called for my father, who came with a coffee can. The idea was to catch the mouse and take it out to the garage where my father would do away with it. To mKe a long story short....they couldn't find the mouse. Where had it gone? Up my mother's pant leg" is where it was discovered. I was a teenager at the time and still remember my mother's shrieking! It made for a great family story for years to come!

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    1. Your poor mother! I think I would be traumatized for life if that happened to me.

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