I don't like mice. I really, really, really don't like mice. The first time I had to deal with mice actually inside our house was shortly after we purchased our first home and the same week I found out I was pregnant with #2. The two things did not mix well.
And then there was the mouse in the wall incident a few years later. If you've never experienced this, it's something along the lines of this:
scritch-scritch-scritch, patter-patter-patter, THUNK, patter-patter, scritch-scritch-scritch, THUNK.
It's repeated all day and all night. Until the mouse dies. Inside the wall. (Shudder.) This incident happened at the same time our deep freeze died and we discovered bags of rotting chicken inside. It was July and the temperatures soared. It was unpleasant, to say the least.
I blame the mouse.
To make me even MORE paranoid, another mouse fell down the same wall in the same spot a few months later. My husband was dispatched to seal up any holes around the house. Or anything that might look like a hole. Or anything that might someday remotely resemble a hole.
I have a hard time falling asleep now if I hear anything that sounds like it could possibly be a mouse in the wall. Things like twigs scraping against the house in the wind and eyelashes against my pillow. Last night it was the light rain. I knew it was the rain, but every time I heard the light pattering, I jumped. Needless to say, it wasn't a restful night. But at least it wasn't a mouse!
In other news, I'm going to be out of town next week and won't be blogging. I hope you all have a wonderful last week of April!
We had major mice issues in Chicago. We tried EVERYTHING, but I have to tell you that the only real solution is a cat. I'm not a cat person, but I love our cat a heck of a lot more than mice. We never saw or heard from them again. The smell of cat alone scares mice away.
ReplyDeleteMy biggest concern with cats is allergies, but since I would take allergies over mice, we might end up doing that at some point. :)
ReplyDeleteMice=shudder. We had a mouse in the wall visitor on our honeymoon. He came out and stole my cookies. I couldn't figure out at first where they kept going, but then we spotted him lugging one into the wall right under the head of the bed. I didn't eat anymore of the cookies. Of course neither did he because we blocked up the hole and kept all the food in the fridge. And moved the bed. And shuddered. Well I did. Hubby is more brave.
ReplyDeleteLeisha--That sounds absolutely horrible! Yikes!!
ReplyDeleteWell, at least he was a cute mouse as far a mice go. And he had a good taste in cookies. But I hate to think where he went while we were sleeping before we found him. Yikes indeed.
ReplyDeleteI agree, mice make very good scapegoats :D
ReplyDeleteHeather--So are bugs. I loved your post about them! :)
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