A mouse in the house...
I have never had good experiences with mice (has anyone?) Last night me and Jason had a fun little experience with a mouse visitor in our home. The whole day was really a doozy. Katelyn and Ethan cried for probably 75% of the day...this truly is not an exaggeration. The culprit was the germ-X gel I put on Ethan's hands after the library. On a normal day, there would be a tantrum associated with this horrible practice, but we could recover and go about our day. NOT YESTERDAY! The screaming in front of the library was quite intense which ultimately led me to walk away (hoping that Ethan would be afraid of me leaving him and follow). That didn't happen and Katelyn threw an equally terrible tantrum, (and much more annyoing, because she is 4) because she thought I was going to leave him. I love my kids so much, but at that moment I almost hoped someone would come out of the library and see these two kids and give them a good home like 2 lost little puppies. Anyways...there was no coming back from the tantrum and the rest of the day followed suite. No one took a nap and I had to hide in my closet several times to remind myself that I love these kids and that the day WOULD eventually end. The day became more exciting when I found out that I had an overdue credit card balance on a card that I had thought no longer existed. That was fun to figure out. I tried to make a tutu for Katelyn's Christmas present and accidentally cut the elastic too short so I had to hand sew (because my sewing maching that doesn't work is under my t.v. downstairs) an extension into it. At the end of the day I sat down and decided to wrap some Christmas presents. I ran out of tape. I have never run out of tape. Someone gave us a case of tape when we got married and I have literally never run out until now. Hmmm...So I sat on the couch feeling pretty depressed and then a little mouse ran from our closet and hid under our entertainment center. Well... now I couldn't watch t.v. How INCONVENIENT! Jason, being the man that he is, knew that I would be unable to go on with my life until that mouse was dead. He looked around for a suitable killing device and eventually returned with a broom while I kept an eye on the mouses whereabouts. (I am a little surprised you are still reading this extremely LONG blog...but now you are sucked in because you have to know how this will end). After watching the mouse run around the Christmas tree looking for present for it's little self, it ran under the couch. I assessed what was happening and came to the conclusion that a better killing device would need to be obtained to rid our house of this unwelcome Christmas visitor. I proceeded to drive to Wal-Mart at 9pm on Dec. 22nd (not a good idea to start with), in a snowstorm. Yea! What a fun day! Yea! I received a phone call from Jason while I was selecting the best mouse trap. Does anyone like those "humane" traps that have no poison, but just a big sticky thing to trap the mouse. I could totally make one of those out of duct tape. One time me and my mom used one of those and heard a horrible screeching noise when the mouse was caught. We had to carry the LIVE mouse, stuck to the tape, out to the garbage. GROSS! I also think the "poison blocks they can eat and then run off and die in a secret hiding place" traps may provide you with a nasty surprise later on. Well... we didn't need a trap because Jason had shot the mouse with his airsoft gun while the mouse was trying to hide behind the couch. I was quite impressed with his manly abilities at this point. It is a pretty small target. He said that I should also buy some clorox wipes because there was blood splattered all over the wall. When I returned home, I was greeted by Jason, wearing gloves, a head lamp, and armed with an air soft gun. There really was a large amount of blood splattered on the wall! Guess who cleaned it up... my wonderful, mouse killing, clorox using husband! I just hope that was the same mouse that was down in our window well that I saw a few days ago and the same mouse that ate part of our stroller trying to get a stray pretzel last week.