On the Hunt
I am not a fan of rodents. As a teen in Minnesota, I have squeamish filled memories of sleeping at my Grandfather's house. I would wake up at night with little rodents in my hair . . . dancing on my pillows . . . and leaving little mouse-like gifts (poop) behind. They ran across the clothing bar and dropped "gifts" on my clothes. I REALLY didn't like those creatures!!!
But that was in Minnesota!!! These are NOT issues in California . . . until 4:00 this morning.
BANG! CLUNK, CLUNK, squeek!! BANG! THUD!!
What the heck is going on? I reach over and turn on the light. Our extremely vocal Siamese is toying with the largest mouse I have seen in California. SIDE NOTE: Mice and Deer breed much smaller, here, than in Minnesota.
I yell at the cat to get that THING out of here! He drops the mouse and it scurries under the dresser. I leap from my bed . . . CRAP! I'm clothes-free due to the hives I was experiencing last night!!! UGH! My PJs are on the floor with the furry things!!! I lunge towards the closet and grab my housecoat . . . while the mouse races to hide under my feet! I scream (not one of my finer moments)!!! NOBODY comes to see what is happening . . . my other family members are heavy sleepers, le sigh.
I dive back onto the bed. I yell at the CAT several more times to get the mouse. But this is no stupid mouse. She scurries under the bed.
I jump back down and grab my shoes for toe protection. Then I remove the drawers from under the bed while yelling for the cat to come back . . . apparently, he's over it. He left the room.
I grab a broom, dust pan, and flashlight. Under the bed . . . a nest of baby mice . . . EEP!!! I'm having rodent flashbacks!!!
The mouse is hiding by the wall and I can't reach her. SO, I go after the cat! He hisses as I drag his kitty butt back to my bedroom. I toss him in and shut the door. Mrs. Mouse is nowhere to be found.
I move all the under-bed drawers, the night stands and the clothes hamper. I see a blur . . . CRAP! She entered the bottom of the clothes hamper! I attempt to move it out of the room but it's laundry day so it's FULL UP!
It is now 5am and I have been chasing this mouse for an hour while the cat keeps looking in the last place he saw it and NOT where it is now. For a predator, he dropped a few notches in my book. STUPID CAT!!!
I leave the room with the cat locked inside and go the the guest room. My brain is going 100 miles an hour and I can't sleep. As I ponder my next move, I hear a THUMP!
With a sigh of frustration; and after an aggravated text to the OUT OF TOWN hubby, I head back in. The cat and I corner the mouse and I scoop it up with a dust pan. As I head out the bedroom door, SUPER NINJA MOUSE leaps off the dustpan and lands IN MY DRAWER of clothes. I scream again . . . but the dead still slumber.
I dig through my clothes . . . yep, there is going to be extra laundry on the agenda this weekend. As I turn to grab the dust bin the mouse leaps again. It figures . . . I am blessed with some kind of ENERGIZER RODENT. The cat sees it and corners it again. I scoop up the mouse, and run for the back door.
She's doing a lot of squeaking as I have her squished between the dustpan and broom. I lob her over the fence and give a big shiver. Now to tend to those babies. . .
