There's a mouse in the kitchen and I'm too terrified to go back in there to turn off the dripping faucet. The LOUDLY dripping faucet. I f*#king HATE mice! And there's no one here to handle it. It's shit like this that really pisses me off about being alone. Otherwise, I actually love being a single mom. I really do. But getting punked out by a mouse in my own damn apartment just sucks. I wish all mice would just DIE! DIE!!!
Bastards.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
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Wee, sleekit, timorous, cowrin' beastie...as our national poet likes to describe the wee mouse (translation...you creepy wee b£$%%&).
Ok...get a pan...run into kitchen, keeping the screams to a dull roar, drop pan over mouse...you are allowed to scream at this point and run out of kitchen, arms in the air and call anyone to come remove it for you. You are allowed to do this. It's a wee sleekit mouse. People will understand.
I've been known to move out with kids because my husband was away and there was a spider the size of a tarantula in my living room. I moved out for a whole entire day. I understand your pain and if I was in the neighbourhood, I'd remove it for you. But you'd have to come to Glasgow to remove the spiders...
In all seriousness though, I'm really sorry, that truly sucks. Sending you love, dead mice thoughts (although humanely of course but if you have to smash it with a pan, I'll understand) and a cheap, local mice catcher.
Helen xx
I feel your pain!!!
NO! NO! NO! NO!
How are you going to get me to go to your apartment on Monday? How???!!! Breathe in...Breathe out...
LRR
I hate meeces to pieces! They suck and they don't pay rent.
Sorry to chuckle as I read this. I have another single mom friend who is dealing with mice. And she's absolutely terrified -- and mad.
So, what did you do?
Well, Rachel,I did what a self-respecting, mouse-hating, Single Mama Super Woman does; I shrieked at it, watched it run back under the fridge, and then ran and cowered in my bed. :-(
LMAO I'm so sorry to laugh at your misery...I really am. Was it a LIVE mouse? A dead one would be a lot easier to work with...you can use extended utensils to sweep it to where you wanted it, but a live one...I don't know what I'd do. I have a story about a friend, her couch, and a mouse who played peek-a-boo if that makes you feel better. :)
I had a lizard invade my living room the other day...
EEK! I'd have run straight out the door and to the nearest store that sold mouse traps. Then I would have bought like fifty of them. *Shudders* Sorry you have an unwelcome guest! You should get a cat!
Stopping by from SITS!
If only they weren't so damned fast! I'd say get a cat but if it's anything like my great big ginger fella Donut he'd sit back whilst it chewed on his tail and wait for me to sort it out.
Oh I know it! Before I had the kids, I lived in a house with mice; in one bedroom, actually. I learned to find any holes they might be coming from, and put steel wool in the hole so the mice could not come in. If you can muster the courage, look around the kitchen and find the mouse hole and stuff it with steel wool.
Now that My older one is older, he's my bug/slug catcher. If he's sleeping, and a slug is on the ceiling, the slug will stay there and I'll try to pretend it's not there lol.
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