This is one of the most traumatizing experiences I have ever had.
The critter was first spotted about 3 months ago. We immediately took action and had traps set up in all corners of the kitchen. We lived in fear of forgetting they were there and having them go off, clamping down on our toes. I looked for a trapped mouse every morning, but never saw one. We all assumed that the mouse had left our house..... wishful thinking.
Last week my roommate woke up to something scurrying under her bed. She laid there in denial thinking it was her imagination when she saw THE MOUSE run like lightening from under her bed. Atrocious. We were all on the look out after this, but still could not catch it.
Yesterday my other roommate Brooke was laying on the lovesac reading, when she heard scurrying in the trash can. She tried so hard to pretend it was something else. Amongst her pretending, reality struck when the mouse LEAPED out of the trash can onto the lovesac to join her in a snuggle! She screamed so loud and would not stop, that I thought someone was breaking in. I ran up stairs to find her standing on the fire place ledge crying. All she could whisper in her distress was "the mouse is under the lovesac".
This just goes to show how ridiculous girls are. I immediately started crying too. I cried because the mouse makes me noxious and because I felt so bad for her that she saw it leap out of the trash can! She said the mouse ran under the lovesac and believed it was still there. So we cried for 20 minutes till we could muster enough courage to move the lovesac in hopes that the mouse would escape and run outside towards the open door. No luck. He had already disappeared. Before moving the sac we called our guy friends who live around the corner. They only laughed at our pain, and told us to go eat burgers to take our minds off the matter. Not even burgers could cure this pain. Not even burgers.
So needless to say the mouse is in the house. We are having exterminators come. They informed us that if we see him in daylight that means there is definately more than just one. We are all on edge. The mouse has become a person, like a bad man who won't leave us alone. We are haunted by fear, fear of seeing the mouse. I took out the trash today, it took everything I had to not cry doing so.
As I type, my roommate just rung the alarm that she hears something. Now everyone is afraid to go to sleep.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Pray for my house, for we have a MOUSE!
This is one of the most traumatizing experiences I have ever had.
The critter was first spotted about 3 months ago. We immediately took action and had traps set up in all corners of the kitchen. We lived in fear of forgetting they were there and having them go off, clamping down on our toes. I looked for a trapped mouse every morning, but never saw one. We all assumed that the mouse had left our house..... wishful thinking.
Last week my roommate woke up to something scurrying under her bed. She laid there in denial thinking it was her imagination when she saw THE MOUSE run like lightening from under her bed. Atrocious. We were all on the look out after this, but still could not catch it.
Yesterday my other roommate Brooke was laying on the lovesac reading, when she heard scurrying in the trash can. She tried so hard to pretend it was something else. Amongst her pretending, reality struck when the mouse LEAPED out of the trash can onto the lovesac to join her in a snuggle! She screamed so loud and would not stop, that I thought someone was breaking in. I ran up stairs to find her standing on the fire place ledge crying. All she could whisper in her distress was "the mouse is under the lovesac".
This just goes to show how ridiculous girls are. I immediately started crying too. I cried because the mouse makes me noxious and because I felt so bad for her that she saw it leap out of the trash can! She said the mouse ran under the lovesac and believed it was still there. So we cried for 20 minutes till we could muster enough courage to move the lovesac in hopes that the mouse would escape and run outside towards the open door. No luck. He had already disappeared. Before moving the sac we called our guy friends who live around the corner. They only laughed at our pain, and told us to go eat burgers to take our minds off the matter. Not even burgers could cure this pain. Not even burgers.
So needless to say the mouse is in the house. We are having exterminators come. They informed us that if we see him in daylight that means there is definately more than just one. We are all on edge. The mouse has become a person, like a bad man who won't leave us alone. We are haunted by fear, fear of seeing the mouse. I took out the trash today, it took everything I had to not cry doing so.
As I type, my roommate just rung the alarm that she hears something. Now everyone is afraid to go to sleep.
The critter was first spotted about 3 months ago. We immediately took action and had traps set up in all corners of the kitchen. We lived in fear of forgetting they were there and having them go off, clamping down on our toes. I looked for a trapped mouse every morning, but never saw one. We all assumed that the mouse had left our house..... wishful thinking.
Last week my roommate woke up to something scurrying under her bed. She laid there in denial thinking it was her imagination when she saw THE MOUSE run like lightening from under her bed. Atrocious. We were all on the look out after this, but still could not catch it.
Yesterday my other roommate Brooke was laying on the lovesac reading, when she heard scurrying in the trash can. She tried so hard to pretend it was something else. Amongst her pretending, reality struck when the mouse LEAPED out of the trash can onto the lovesac to join her in a snuggle! She screamed so loud and would not stop, that I thought someone was breaking in. I ran up stairs to find her standing on the fire place ledge crying. All she could whisper in her distress was "the mouse is under the lovesac".
This just goes to show how ridiculous girls are. I immediately started crying too. I cried because the mouse makes me noxious and because I felt so bad for her that she saw it leap out of the trash can! She said the mouse ran under the lovesac and believed it was still there. So we cried for 20 minutes till we could muster enough courage to move the lovesac in hopes that the mouse would escape and run outside towards the open door. No luck. He had already disappeared. Before moving the sac we called our guy friends who live around the corner. They only laughed at our pain, and told us to go eat burgers to take our minds off the matter. Not even burgers could cure this pain. Not even burgers.
So needless to say the mouse is in the house. We are having exterminators come. They informed us that if we see him in daylight that means there is definately more than just one. We are all on edge. The mouse has become a person, like a bad man who won't leave us alone. We are haunted by fear, fear of seeing the mouse. I took out the trash today, it took everything I had to not cry doing so.
As I type, my roommate just rung the alarm that she hears something. Now everyone is afraid to go to sleep.
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Unknown said...
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hahahahhahahahahahhahahhaha
i am seriously laughing out loud. ohhh natty. are you typing this in bed under the covers? maybe it was just a hamster that escaped from his running wheel! -
February 24, 2011 at 10:18 PM
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ashley mikell said...
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yiiiiikes! that's so so so scary. i love this story. it was a great read, but i'm sorry it's happening to you! good luck.
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February 25, 2011 at 6:37 PM
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Jordan said...
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February 25, 2011 at 6:42 PM
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Brookle said...
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Oh man! First, this is a stinkin' funny post. I'm down in the lab manning my station and there are PA students in here probably wondering why that public health girl (who is mighty good-looking, albeit married) is laughing so loud and so much!
Second, I feel your pain. We live in the basement and there are mice in the ceiling. I'm pretty sure they have a whole village in there because they make a ton of noise! Once, at like 4 in the morning, we woke up to squeals and scratching that would not desist despite our poundings on the ceilings and the flashing of the lights (which does work sometimes). Mark deduced that is was either a huge brawl or mating season. It was awful!!!
So, I'm sorry for your troubles. I empathize and sympathize! -
February 28, 2011 at 3:14 PM
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hahahahhahahahahahhahahhaha
i am seriously laughing out loud. ohhh natty. are you typing this in bed under the covers? maybe it was just a hamster that escaped from his running wheel!
yiiiiikes! that's so so so scary. i love this story. it was a great read, but i'm sorry it's happening to you! good luck.
Oh man! First, this is a stinkin' funny post. I'm down in the lab manning my station and there are PA students in here probably wondering why that public health girl (who is mighty good-looking, albeit married) is laughing so loud and so much!
Second, I feel your pain. We live in the basement and there are mice in the ceiling. I'm pretty sure they have a whole village in there because they make a ton of noise! Once, at like 4 in the morning, we woke up to squeals and scratching that would not desist despite our poundings on the ceilings and the flashing of the lights (which does work sometimes). Mark deduced that is was either a huge brawl or mating season. It was awful!!!
So, I'm sorry for your troubles. I empathize and sympathize!
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