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Of Mice and Me… Part 2

Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.  ~John Lennon

Kyle Gigi and Heather Piper
Me, Kyle and Gigi

In my mind, not finding that mouse and knowing it was loose somewhere in my house was as bad as the rat scene in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.  The part where he descends down a tunnel under the museum.  Do you remember the one with all the rats running around?

I know I was going to bring in reinforcements and call the exterminator but, believe it or not, that grossed me out too.  Just thinking of the exterminator poisoning the mouse, or whatever way they deal with these situations, didn’t sit well with me either.  Ideally what I wanted was for the mouse to see the exit sign and proceed through the door.  I’m usually a realist but sometimes I can dream big.

My temporary solution, which I could live with, was to place more traps around the house.  I felt like a prisoner in my own home.  My house had turned into a landmine field of an eclectic assortment of mouse traps.  I wouldn’t curl up on my couch for fear of another attack.  When I sat in my chair, I felt like I was going to turn my head and find a mouse standing on the back of the chair.  I intentionally stomped my feet when I got up and walked around the house in hopes to keep the mouse at bay.

Kyle and Heather Piper as a lion and lion tamer
Me and Kyle on his first Halloween. Lion & lion tamer... I should have been a mouse tamer, I needed future practice.

The other day I was talking to my sister as I walked through the front door.  I walked into the kitchen to put away a few groceries and I swear I heard the mouse. I listened intently while Nicole was on the other line.  She said, “What do you hear?”  I said, “I’m not sure, but it sounded like squeaky noises.”  I made Nicole stay on the phone with me while I looked around.  I didn’t see anything, not even a trace of a mouse.  Although I will say I looked, but not REALLY looked.  I wanted to make sure I wasn’t losing my mind but, on the other hand, I didn’t want to actually see the mouse.  I was in a catch 22.  Then my sister informed me that I should be moving the traps around because, “Mice sense danger.”  What?  I said, “So let me get this straight, you want me to play musical chairs with the mouse traps everyday?”  She said, “Yes, then you will be able to catch it.”  Are mice really that smart?  My initial instincts were saying no, but I started to think differently, or should I say desperately.  I will admit I did move a couple of traps around, placing them in different corners.

This whole situation became one of those times when the imagination has overpowered reality.  Then over the next few days, I hadn’t noticed the mouse.  No traces of it at all, and I did look!  I don’t know what was worse, not seeing it or seeing it.  I must admit I had a hard time sleeping for fear it was going to crawl on me while I slept.

Well, when my mom mentioned she was going to be in my neighborhood, I took complete advantage of the situation.  I am ashamed to say, I sent my mom over to my house to check the mouse traps while I was at work.  Again, desperate times call for desperate measures.  Kyle was with my mom when they raided the mouse traps and, lo and behold, I received a call from Kyle informing me they got one.  Then Kyle had to add fuel to my fire by saying, “We caught at least one.” What? Was he implying there were more?  As fast as I was put at ease, I was put right back to my nightmare situation.

Well, I am happy to announce as of now, I am mouse free!  I meant it when I said I was going to bring in the big guns… my mom!

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