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November 29, 2005 at 09:22 am
Eek!
We had a little visitor last night…
Julianna saw it first as she was walking into the livingroom to begin her dinner. After hearing the scream, I ran in to see what the problem was.
I’ve never actually ecperienced having a mouse in my house before. Well, not a live one anyway (sometimes, they get into my parents’ attic die there — it doesn’t smell very nice, but at least you don’t have to see them running around the house). Anyway, last night, our mouse made it all the way around the perimeter of our livingroom before I could catch it (or kill it, I don’t really know at this point).
After cornering the mouse behind one of our stereo speakers, I coerced Julianna (i.e., I got her to come down off of the chair) into poking it with the end of a mop handle. Once it ran out from behind the speaker, I quickly slammed a colander down to catch it. Unfortunately, I caught the poor little guy right on the neck. I scooped the mouse up into the colander with a dust pan and took it outside to fling the mouse into the street. I thought I had killed the thing under the pressure of the colander, but when I went to look where I flinged the mouse to, it was gone.
Needless to say, this freaked both Julianna and I out a little. I was confident that I could catch the mouse, but I sure didn’t like knowing that the rodent had gotten into our house. Hopefully, it won’t happen again.
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And until you figure out where they’re coming in… Get yourself some traps. The old fashioned kind work best. Gruesome, yes, but effective. And leave them out until the body count dips to zero for at least a week.
Flea-bitten little buggers.
First, when Julianna first screamed that there was a mouse, Indy freaked out and thought Julianna was mad at her. Then, when we were trying to get the mouse, she couldn’t quite figure out what was going on — she was running around and acting excited, but she had no idea that there was a mouse running around the room. Then, later, after all was said and done, Indy was prancing around with her head held high, acting as if she was the one that had done all the work — in fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her act prouder.
So, there you have it: Indy’s a completely worthless dog who takes all of the credit. Hmf!