It doesn’t matter if a cat is black or white, so long as it catches mice. ~Deng Xiaoping
My disdain for mice is no secret! I have no clue why I have such an aversion to those little rodents, but I do! I’ve never really liked mice, but since a certain incidence occurred, when Pudd’in caught a live mouse and brought it into my bed to play with, while I was “asleep”, I can’t deal with the squirrelly rodents. Let’s face it I don’t do mice! Anyway, why am I rehashing my terror again? Because I have another mouse!
First, I want to call out that I have no idea why the mice are picking on me. Yes I believe they have a list of houses they want to infiltrate for one reason or another and my invasion has the goal to simply torture me! Granted, I know everyone who has lived, has had a security breach with a mouse in their living quarters, at least most people. And those who have not, AMEN! Good for you! I envy you, big time! Being aware, that I have a pretty good life, I am also aware this single mouse spotting could be worse. I don’t sleep on a dirt floor with flies swarming around my face and rats climbing over me as I sleep. That would give me a complete meltdown. But now my mouse saga continues.
This past week, as I stepped through my threshold of my castle, Storm didn’t greet me. What? She always runs to the door to see me, just like Scooby and Seven, but alas this time no Storm. I called her and she was nowhere to be found, even after looking in the living-room and the kitchen. Initially, I thought ‘She must be fast asleep’. To be honest, I wanted to wake her up and surprise her. Well, she got the last laugh when I walked into my bedroom, my private, secure, safe haven of a room, where I found Storm creeping low beneath the edge of the my dresser. Instantly, I recognized the position of her body, and the flick of her tail, she was in hunting mode! O crap! Just then I saw the movement of something small under the dresser as Storm pounced side-to-side trapping the living squeaky animal. Yikes!! What to do? I had to leave with her, but I didn’t want the mouse running around my house, but I didn’t want Storm to catch it alive, but I didn’t want a dead mouse in my house. This is where I thought, ‘How can I train my cat to catch and kill a mouse without a mess and throw the deceased rodent in the trash and never speak of it again?” I’m seriously working on that.
Did I mention, while I was trying to come up with an immediate solution, I heard the mouse squeaking? Gross! Storm must have sank her razor sharp claws into the large problem, which happens to came in the form of a tiny package. Gross! Gross! Gross!
Well, until I train storm to be the terminator I needed to resolve this. I retrieved a few of those sticky pads I had purchased from the last mouse incidence and strategized how this was going to work. First, I put the one sticky pad down, while I was reaching for Storm. I didn’t want her to get stuck in the gunk. Then, as I was holding her, I placed another sticky pad down on the other side of the dresser, all while watching to make sure I wasn’t going to get jumped by the invader. For a grande finally, I placed one in the hallway, leading out of the bedroom. I was pretty sure I covered all bases. Of course I didn’t have a choice in the matter, since I laid down all ammunition that I had on hand.
Storm and I exited stage right. After I got situated in the car, I called my mom. When a stressful situation like this one surfaces, always defer to mom. As I was explaining the events that just unfolded, aside from wanting her to stop laughing at me and my phobia, I wanted her to come up to my house, once she got Kyle off of the bus, and defuse the situation. Unfortunately, she didn’t have enough time. Really? Whatever!
Ok, so it looks like I’m going to have to face my fears and deal with it like an adult. Even thought I did ponder the idea of asking friends of mine, I decided it was my problem. When Kyle and I managed to get back to my house it was dark. Incidentally, neither one of us can handle mice, we looked like the ‘geeked out’ leading the ‘grossed out’. As we creeped inside, I realized I couldn’t let Storm run free, not with the sticky pads placed on the floor. I barricaded her in my office with the closed door. The entire time, she meowed and she exposed her paws out from under the threshold. Kyle and I were both laughing. We even started to play with her paws as they poked out and extended the width of the door. Minor distraction before we got down to business. We first checked the trap in the hallway, nothing. Then we proceeded to move into my room. At this point I was torn, I wanted to see a dead mouse in the trap, but then again I didn’t. I just wanted to rid my house of mice FOREVER, if that’s even possible.
Immediately, I saw one sticky trap, which contained a bug but no mouse. Ok, so in my mind the last sticky tab contained the mouse and it was under my dresser. Good? I guess, again in my mind I just wanted to end this. I grabbed the flashlight and headed back to the bedroom. At that point I asked Kyle to get down and look under the dresser. He just gave me a look of ‘Ya right’ and then said, “Umm why don’t you?” I responded, “Cause you need to help me. Nothing is going to jump out and get you.” I must have been convincing because he approached the dresser with the flashlight in hand before turning back to me saying, “I just can’t!” Logic must have taken over Kyle and he realized, I could be doing this and not him, so I did. What do you think I saw? Nothing! Well that’s not entirely true, I found a photograph that somehow found its home under my dresser but nothing else. No mouse, but also no sticky tab. What?
Now at this point, fear and disgust was replaced by frustration and curiosity. Where did the other sticky pad go? Then Kyle and I went on the search. One, because I didn’t want a dead mouse lying around somewhere, and two, I didn’t want Storm to find the sticky pad. Kyle and I searched high and low. Nothing! We literally searched the entire house, under furniture, behind things, in closets. Nothing! I went even as far as to go to my basement and inspect everything. Nadda! No mouse, dead or alive and no black sticky pad. Are you kidding? My nightmare just went into limbo, into something worse…the unknown. This is killing me!
I seriously must have the smartest mice ever! This one pulled a Houdini on all of us. No traces of a mouse, anywhere! Once I got over my shock, I started to second guess myself, thinking I only put out two traps, when I knew very well I put out three. While Kyle was there I didn’t make the missing trap into a big deal, only because I didn’t want Kyle to worry. He would stress about Storm’s safety and I didn’t want the kid to feel afraid to walk around my house. But the truth is, I was concerned! Did the mouse pick up the trap and exit the house never to return? Did it place the pad somewhere to catch me? Was it waiting till I was fast asleep ready to place the sticky side down on my face all in the name of revenge?
I tried to put those thoughts out of my head and focus on my little man, not my little problem. Kyle is too funny. After we gave up, I gathered my trash to take out to the curb. As I was heading outside, Kyle stopped me and said, “Aunt Heather where are you going?” with a very stressed out voice. I told him, “To take the garbage out.”, while I displaying the overly stuffed trash bag. He said, “You’re just going to leave me in here?” He was mortified and I couldn’t help but laugh. I will admit I would have been leery too, if I was alone after that anti climatic mystery ending to this story, but he is just so funny. I said, “Kyle, nothing is going to come out charging you, besides you have the best weapon, Storm and her razor sharp claws.” Immediately as the words fell from my mouth, he looked toward Storm and made the motion to pick her up, before she ran away from him.
After the evening settled down, my next biggest concern was sleeping. I have a fear of Storm (any cat really) bringing a mouse, dead or alive and placing it in bed with me while I sleep. Some may say my imagination is going a rye. Not really, it actually happened! I lived to tell the tale and I have never recovered from that nightmare. I understand that, that’s the greatest honor for a cat, to bring their owner a live mouse, but I’m good. I don’t need presents. I don’t need the cat to prove themselves to me. I don’t need to know they killed the enemy, as long as I don’t see it.
Believe it or not, the mystery is unsolved. I started to clean out corners of the house, searching everywhere, but have found nothing. If anyone would find the missing weapon, I would think it would be Storm, but she’s come up empty too. On a side note, to make me feel better, I want to call out that my house is spotless. Aside from getting behind on dusting, it is clean! In fact, I haven’t really had any food in the house. My refrigerator is bare, and I mean empty! I’ve been meaning to hit up the grocery store, but haven’t had the chance. So what is so interesting about my house? How are they coming in? What else can I do to keep mice out? HELP!