
Jerome claims we have mouse not mice... Last Friday morning Jerome was getting ready for work and saw a little brown friend run from the living room into the hall. He didn't see where it ran, but set up some mouse traps. I went home from work that day and nothing had been caught, so before crawling into bed i thoroughly searched my bed, sheets and under the bed. Jerome came home later and still nothing had been caught and came to bed. Saturday morning came and i woke up to hear a tiny chewing, like when a gerbal chews through newspaper. I smacked Jerome and woke him up and made him jump out of bed while i made sure all the blankets couldn't reach the floor. Jerome closed the door and blocked the gap with a towel, so our little friend couldn't run out. he got the trap and set it against the wall, being an expert mouse catcher, he knew that they run against the wall. he tilted my night stand toward him and the mouse ran out, right into the trap! *SNAP!* Jerome said, "I got it."... I sat up in bed and saw the ugly beast and burst into tears! Mice sick me out more than spiders! We have seen no traces of other mice in our searches... I agree that we had mouse, not mice.
5 comments:
You could have a little meeting with them and ask them all to leave. Shauna has the details.
It's better to take care of mouse, BEFORE it turns into mice. Because that's what it always comes to. Also, they're just gross.
Yeah you killed the mama, I bet she was pregnant...
What if that was mouse mamma and she was hunt/gathering for her mouse bebes?! I hope she didn't leave a bunch of beast juniors squirming around! Keep those traps out for a while more just in case!!!
Ew, ew, ew. I hate squirmy, crawly, furry (or non-furry) creatures! I would have done everything you did, including bursting into tears.
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