TIMELINE OF DOOM
Area Woman Demands Medal For Heroic Rescue of Disgusting Thing She Totally Hates

AND THEN!

My weekend got EVEN BETTER, if you can believe it. 

After staggering downstairs in search of coffee on Saturday morning, I was greeted by the usual sight of Jason making pancakes for the boys. 

Oh, and this, sitting on our kitchen counter:

MOUSENESS1

BELIEVE IT.

I took one look at that tiny pointy seizing rodent poop monster -- on my COUNTER, in my GLADWARE, which once held CHRISTMAS COOKIES -- and turned around and marched right back out.

Noah climbed down from his stool -- and his breakfast, which was also on the COUNTER, just INCHES away the scratchy disease-ridden furball -- and chased after me, imploring me to come look! Come look, Mommy! He's our FRIEND, Mommy! Don't worry, Mommy, it's just a little mouse, and he's a friendly mouse, Mommy. 

He took my hand and pulled me back into the kitchen, where Jason was practically on the floor laughing at Noah's earnest reassurances (the very same patch of floor where this very same blinky jumpy dwarf rat thing had been brazenly skittering around at all hours of the night for weeks, BY THE WAY).

I indulged Noah and looked directly into the big bulging eyes of the furry helldemon and said yes, he seemed like a very nice mouse.

"His name is Any," Noah said. "I love him."

I glared at Jason and asked him what kind of trap had finally caught the vile bald-footed sewer-dweller and he showed me a collection of humane traps he'd picked up at the hardware store. "I've had to put new bait in them a couple times because he kept going in there and then getting back out. Last night he finally got stuck." 

He added, "He REALLY likes peanut butter."

I poured a cup of coffee and eyeballed the pocket-sized ball of plague, who was up on its hind legs, trying to nibble on the airholes Jason had punched in the lid. The container already had a unbelievable amount of mouse shit in the bottom.

The plan was to drive out to the deep 'burbs that day to take the boys to a splash park, and release the skittering itchy shifty-eyed beastrat in the fields nearby. It took us a bit longer to get ready than we thought, and when I went back into the kitchen to pack up some water and snacks, I noticed it was sitting completely still, curled up in the corner.

"OH SHIT," I thought, and poked the container. It jumped up in a panic and started racing around so hard the container moved and I did an involuntary girlscream and jumped back about four feet. It stared at me through the festive red plastic lid. I stared back. 

I noticed it had eaten all the dog food Jason had so kindly provided for it a few hours earlier. 

I went to the pantry and pulled out a box of Cheerios, and God help me, I peeled back the Gladware lid and quickly tossed a couple bites of cereal inside. I debated putting a little water in the container too but thought that might just scare it more than anything. It stared at me some more.

"I still DON'T LIKE YOU," I hissed at it. "Just so we understand each other."

I think maybe it nodded. Or else it was just the beginning stages of some rodent-bourne palsy that will one day wipe out humanity. Either way, I think it got my point.

***

We drove a good 20 miles away and released Any the Mouse in a park, near a dumpster by a soccer field. The Gladware went directly into the dumpster. Now let us never speak of this again. 

Comments

liz

You handled that MUCH better than I would.

Emily

Oh phew! For a second I thought you were going to say that Any the Mouse was Noah's new pet. I'm so relieved (and happy for you!).

sheilah

HAHAHAHA!! Beastrat...hahaha....

Peachy

In a fit of lack-of-storage space, I stashed some assorted boxes of crackers and cereal in my oven, laying flat on a cookie sheet for easy removal (because I'm clever like that!) One fine morning I fetched a box of cereal and Any's cousin jumped (LUNGED!) out of it (AT MY THROAT!) I never used that oven again.

You are a kinder, gentler person than I.

sheilah

Whoa...get out...all these years and finally...

FIRST!!!

Trilby

All I can think is, "OMG OMG OMG... it was on the counter. OMG!" Eeeewwwww and I guess also awwwww because Noah named it and then you guys released it. But still just mostly eeeeewwwww!

sheilah

or maybe not...*sigh*

Kristin

In High School there was a family of mice that lived in the band room. One of my friends caught one of the babies with his BARE HANDS. Ick.

Alias Mother

I was kind of desperately hoping he would become a pet. If your life were a Disney movie, that's what would have happened. And then Any the Mouse would have become Noah's special friend and taught you lots of Life Lessons about the value of friends, no matter how small.

In my head, you are played by Kristin Chenoweth. I hope you are okay with that.

Martha

Hello. I have a story for you!!

On January 5th or something...when there was a nice layer of snow on the ground..and it was ...very cold... I caught a baby deermouse in my house. I trapped it with a broom and scooped it up in the dustpan and threw it outside on my porch trying not to scream like a girl because my 2 boys were "helping" me get it out of my house. It lay there, twitching, on the porch with the noses of my 2 boys pressed to the sidelight windows of the front door. They both were whimpering at how awful it was that the little mouse was lying there...in the cold....shivering and probably dying. I panicked and went into rescue mode. I scooped it into a box....nuked a half a potato and put it in the box with the mouse. Then...put the box into another box full of styrofoam peanuts and covered the whole thing with a blanket and left it on the front porch....all....day...long.
The little beast didn't die. OH NO! We kept it...and it's sister we caught the next morning in our basement...for 5 months!! We named them Mr Jingles and Despereaux. It was fun watching them grow up....NOT! They went from itty bitty one inch little things to just about the size mousey you got there.
Finally...I let them go a few weeks ago. I had to give them a fighting chance, though. I put them in a plastic "critter carrier" box from the pet store and filled it with nice petstore bedding and lots of food..and put it deep in the trees and brush at the edge of a park, edging on a farm. I'm sure they are very very happy now. That...or they were eaten that night. Either way...I don't care. They had a very nice 5 months. *shudder!!!*

C @ Kid Things

If it's been there for a few weeks, just think, IT MAY HAVE HAD BABIES. Wouldn't that be AWESOME?!

Marianne

I have nothing except lots of laughter. I'm sorry you were so icked out.

cagey (Kelli Oliver George)

Dude. I'll take your little mouse and raise you half-chewed bunny bits strewn on my kitchen floor. "Mama! What are those WORMS??" I figured, 'tis a good time to learn about digestive tracts, no?

Also, isn't Ceiba rat terrier? It seems "someone" is sleeping on the job.

Brooke

Oh mercy. How can something be so cute and horrifying at the same time?

Bliz

I love that you called it a "dwarf rat."

Also, good job dropping it 20 miles away. We once ditched a red squirrel six miles away and it was back again, gnawing through our screens and pissing on our windows, within three days. Fucker.

Cincy

There is nothing grosser and I had to scroll down quickly so as not to have to look st it anymore.

I can't believe you fed it!!

Nothing But Bonfires

At first, I misread the mouse's name as AMY. I was like, what? Noah is naming the mouse after YOU? Well, THAT is a kick in the teeth. Probably for the best, though - can you imagine how much a boy mouse named Amy would get teased at mouse school?

Mom in MN

We had a mouse in our house when my oldest was a baby. (She's 9 now and I still can't stand to think about it.) I realized it when I went to get a baby spoon out of the silverware drawer to feed her some cereal and I found that all of her rubber tipped spoons had all of the rubber eaten off of them! Ick! I told my husband that I was taking the baby that instant and he would have to work on selling the house! We didn't actually move, but I was *thisclose*.

Sprite's Keeper

I thought Ceiba was a mini Dobie, meh. Cute always works harder than protecting against varmints. I just hope the mice population is not like the roach population. You know, for every "one you see..."

Jan

Hopefully he didn't have a family!!

Suzanne

You are a trooper.

We lived in a very

Suzanne

You are a trooper.

We lived in a very

Suzanne

trying again, since this laptop is possessed!

We lived in a very old townhouse up in Hagerbush and the vacant building next door must have had tons of mice. They'd show up in our kitchen looking for food fairly regularly. Ex was in charge of trapping and removing them-which he did well.

For a while, there was a line of post it's with pictures of each enemy capture, just like on the WWII planes.

As long as I didn't have to deal with them, that was fine...

Audrie

I just threw up in my mouth a little.

Lisa

It is in the genus Peromyscus... probably either a deer mouse or a white footed mouse. They are mostly harmless. Plague is only a problem in the US with prairie dogs. Don't run for the hills- you might have a junior biologist on your hands. I bet Noah would love it if you got a book out from the library on the types of animals that you can find in your backyard.

Maria

Awww, you guuuuuys! Any is SOOOOO cute!! I would have kept Any as a pet, taken her(?) to the vet for a checkup/de-lousing or whatever, and Noah could keep his buddy! (In a cage of course... no sense in letting a mouse run 'round the house and chew stuff, right?)

Karen

LOL, this reminds me of when we had a mouse problem in our college rental house. We put out a live trap and in the morning there were SEVEN mice jammed in there so tight they could only kind of wiggle. I've never seen anything like it.

I'm not sure what's worse though: a cat that can't be bothered to catch a mouse, or my dog who pounced on a mouse, paralyzed one half of it's body, and then left me in horror to find it hopping around in frantic circles on the carpet??

Sherri

Coming from someone who just moved into a new house only to discover that we had to re-do the kitchen and throw out the stove because rats had nested in it....20 miles wasn't far enough. You should have dropped him off on Mars.

Carrisa

You are much nicer than me. We had a bad infestation about 7 years ago and I *no shit* killed mice daily with spatulas and knives. (not the good ones though, the dollar store ones)

Since then I just lay out poison or hard core squish your guts out traps. Always out of reach of my dogs of course. I've adopted a have no mercy policy with rodents. It's not Uncle Jesse approved.

Ris

Oooooh you handled that much better than I would have. My hat is off to you, humane lady.

Miss Britt

Holy shit. With that white belly it looks like a mouse out of a Disney movie or something. Those are NEVER the mice/rats/rodents/*shudder* that make their way into my house.

denice

oh dear.

the one thing i found after a mouse had been flushed out in our apartment after a month or more of listening to it nibble on *something* behind the stove was that it was far less upsetting in person. mice seem a bloody disaster when you know they're but can't get ahold of them. once you've got them, though, meh.

you did the right thing setting this little guy free to issue forth mouse terror elsewhere. our apartment mouse died of his insides bleeding from the poison the landlord put out. imagine witnessing that. i felt bad for hating him those several weeks he was a guest in our home.

my husband threw him in the dumpster out back. i did not attend.

catherino

Your descriptions of the vermin are BRILLIANT. I especially love "bald-footed sewer-dweller" :) Honestly - I would turn a live snake loose in my house if it meant getting rid of a mouse. **shudder**

Meg..ct

If I found that thing on my counter in a glad container, I would have had to move immediately...and I would have to find a new husband. You are sainted.

Meg..ct

If I found that thing on my counter in a glad container, I would have had to move immediately...and I would have to find a new husband. You are sainted.

Michele

Love the name! If you ever have another mouse you can say "that's not just Any Mouse!"

Cheryl S.

Was Noah OK after letting Any go? He (Noah, not the mouse) sounds so sweet. His name is Any. I love him. I totally puffy heart Noah!

bekala

I dunno if having a cat with mousing tendecies is necessarily any better. We once spotted the cat playing with one that had avoided the traps, and then never saw it again. The mighty hunter didn't devour it though: once she was done playing with it, she left it to die, which it did, underneath the couch, as we discovered and asked each other, "*what* is that smell?"

Missy

20 miles away? Are you sure that was far enough? LOL

Bachelor Girl

I'm sorry, dude, but he's cute. If it weren't for the, you know, RABIES FACTOR, I probably would've kept him.

But then, I'm pretty feral myself, so.

Bachelor Girl

I'm sorry, dude, but he's cute. If it weren't for the, you know, RABIES FACTOR, I probably would've kept him.

But then, I'm pretty feral myself, so.

kim at allconsuming

unfuckingbelievable.


Marilyn

I can't decide if my recent non-ending invasion of huge flying ants followed by tiny flying ants is better or worse than your mouse. On the one hand a mouse carries plaque and could possibly east my face off (if I lay really still for many hours) on the other hand I've had THOUSANDS of ants to deal with over the past few weeks...It's a tough call.

Marilyn

That would be "eat" my face off, not east. Because I don't think a mouse can east anything.

kris

I hope he was alone. I don't think we've ever caught just one... I hate even thinking about them in my house.

HolyMama!

you are far more brave and humane than I am. I scream and avoid, and under no circumstances get close enough to ever consider feeding or freeing.

you might girlscream, but you're still brave in my book.

Kristin

I would rather see that than the headless mouse my kitties so kindly left for me to clean up.

Amy

I am a science teacher. I used to work in a zoo. I live on 80 acres or wilderness and grow my out veggies and meat. I don't mind mice in my house at all as long as I don't find poop where I put my food or holes in bags of expensive, local, organic grains.

But I once had a bat in my kitchen and it hissed directly at me and I almost crapped my pants. So although I laugh at your irrational fear of mice, I can empathize with being creeped out by an unwanted creature in my living space.

Kelsi

I think it's adorable. Just me? Oh. :/

Natballs

RIP Any the Mouse. Because, you know, it was probably eaten by an own shortly after that.

Susan

A few months ago, I was sitting in my family room. I noticed something moving on the floor. It was a mouse. My cats naturally saw it, and chased it. I chased it to try and get it out of the house. It would hide; then it came out a couple times, and they chased it, it went into hiding, etc.

So it comes out again, my cats chase it, and it runs...against my shoe. And then runs up the inside of my pant leg.

I am freaked, but manage to keep my cool (sort of). I lean down and grab the bottom of my jeans leg so it can't get out. (It's about up to my knee now). I then hobble over to the front door. During the whole time I am yelling - "There's a mouse up my pants! There's a mouse up my pants!" (No one there to hear me, of course).

Anyway, I get to the door, open it, let go of the bottom of my pants, and the mouse drops out. It looked like it didn't know where to go for a second, then it ran away.

Cyn

But Amy. IT WAS CUUUUUTE.

Gretchen

We had a mouse issue several years ago. One evening, we heard a metallic clanging coming from the kitchen. My husband investigated. There was a mouse in our toaster oven, eating the crumbs on the bottom.

He killed the mouse and we threw away the toaster oven immediately. I hope it was the mouse's first time dining in our toaster and he wasn't a repeat customer. The thought of Eggos toasted over embers of mouse poo made me want to cry.

The exterminator told us for every mouse you see, there are 7 hidden away in the walls. I don't know if it's true or if he was just trying to earn the big bucks that day.

Also, he said they can enter through holes the less the size of a dime. They have soft little bones and slither right through. That's probably how it got in the toaster oven---through a vent in the back.

tracey

And this is where I am so grateful that I have an eleven year old who released our own mouse friends this winter without help from me AT ALL. And yes, they did the whole "It's just a little mouse..." explanations to which I shrieked like a freakin girl AGAIN and said that a mouse in a cage at the zoo or pet store is adorable. In my house it is an icky, gross, horrendous affront to my delicate sensibilities.

kari weber

OMG @Susan! I would have cried! Did you cry?
I am a teacher and when I was finishing up the school year last year, the last day of school, I was standing on the ramp to my portable classroom and just soaking up the end of another year. WHEN A BAT FLEW INTO MY CLASSROOM! INCHES from my head! I would like to believe that in times like this you are calm, collected even. NO! YOU SCREAM LIKE A 3 YEAR OLD! And dive for the protection of the nearest desk, where you proceed to FREAK the F*** OUT! Let me just remind you all: THERE IS NO CURE FOR RABIES! Finally the custodian heard my frantic screams and came in and rescued me from the horrible vermin. I hate nature sometimes.

kari weber

OMG @Susan! I would have cried! Did you cry?
I am a teacher and when I was finishing up the school year last year, the last day of school, I was standing on the ramp to my portable classroom and just soaking up the end of another year. WHEN A BAT FLEW INTO MY CLASSROOM! INCHES from my head! I would like to believe that in times like this you are calm, collected even. NO! YOU SCREAM LIKE A 3 YEAR OLD! And dive for the protection of the nearest desk, where you proceed to FREAK the F*** OUT! Let me just remind you all: THERE IS NO CURE FOR RABIES! Finally the custodian heard my frantic screams and came in and rescued me from the horrible vermin. I hate nature sometimes.

kari weber

OMG @Susan! I would have cried! Did you cry?
I am a teacher and when I was finishing up the school year last year, the last day of school, I was standing on the ramp to my portable classroom and just soaking up the end of another year. WHEN A BAT FLEW INTO MY CLASSROOM! INCHES from my head! I would like to believe that in times like this you are calm, collected even. NO! YOU SCREAM LIKE A 3 YEAR OLD! And dive for the protection of the nearest desk, where you proceed to FREAK the F*** OUT! Let me just remind you all: THERE IS NO CURE FOR RABIES! Finally the custodian heard my frantic screams and came in and rescued me from the horrible vermin. I hate nature sometimes.

kari weber

OMG @Susan! I would have cried! Did you cry?
I am a teacher and when I was finishing up the school year last year, the last day of school, I was standing on the ramp to my portable classroom and just soaking up the end of another year. WHEN A BAT FLEW INTO MY CLASSROOM! INCHES from my head! I would like to believe that in times like this you are calm, collected even. NO! YOU SCREAM LIKE A 3 YEAR OLD! And dive for the protection of the nearest desk, where you proceed to FREAK the F*** OUT! Let me just remind you all: THERE IS NO CURE FOR RABIES! Finally the custodian heard my frantic screams and came in and rescued me from the horrible vermin. I hate nature sometimes.

kari weber

Sorry for the multiple posts.

tasterspoon

Karen and Carissa and Susan take the cake. This comment stream is grossing me out far worse than that torn earlobe one ever did.

dcfullest

I am impressed you didn't put your house on the market immediately. I would have.

Brandi

I think he's cute. But i'm a softie and it wasn't in my kitchen. You've earned another pair of hot shoes for giving him Cheerios despite being freaked out by him.

Allison

Hey, pretty sure I live in those "deep suburbs" where you released your nemesis. If I find Noah's mouse in my kitchen... OK, clearly that's an empty threat. Like you, I'll proably just get really PO'd at my cat for not catching it. Maybe time to get Noah a real pet of his own, so he can stop befriending mice and stink bugs? :-)

Fairly Odd Mother

Oh, you were good to drive-and-release. I had a friend try to do this, knock over the container and the mouse got loose IN HER CAR. It proceeded to hide in the engine for weeks, make a whole bunch of babies and chew through her wires. When she got the car towed to the mechanic, he put the car on a lift and removed a pan which fell to the floor and scattered mice all over the garage. The guys all screamed and she had over $1000 worth of damage to her car.

So, anyway, that's why we use the snap traps. It's harsh, but so is a mouse family in the car.

Sue

Oh sure, drop him off by my house, I'll give my cat notice.

Christina Camp

When you catch one mouse, there are usually more. You might keep the traps out for a bit. Just sayin'...

From Belgium

Thanks to my cat I have yet to encounter a live mouse in my kitchen. If only I could cure him of leaving the death ones on the doorstep...

Stephanie

Keep the traps out. We thought we had a mouse in our garage...we caught 8.

allison

We just moved into a new building at work, in Columbia MD which used to be an old food warehouse. We renovated it into some mod warehouse type building but we still have little mice, everywhere! Our boss has put up the horrible sticky traps all over the building. Well yesterday I come to work and I'm sitting down and hear shuffling in my trashcan. I look down and I see a little field mouse trying to get out. I pull the trash out of the can, so I can release him outside and realize his tail is stuck to a sticky trap! SOMEONE THREW A LIVE MOUSE WITH HIS TAIL STUCK TO A STICKY TRAP IN MY TRASHCAN! So, I did what any normal person would do. I doused him in vegetable oil until he could wiggle his little tail free, renamed him 'Guido' affectionately of course, courtesy of Jersey Shore and then released him into the wild.

My boss is pissed...

Katie Kat

You loved him a little bit... and you know it. Ha!

gorillabuns

reminds me of the time when I awoke to a mouse sitting on my dining room table making itself at home with my girl scout cookies. in order to save the cookies, i put them in my microwave. a power surge occurred and the damn microwave started a fire in my house.

the mouse lived. fucker.

Sarah

No and then!

daysgoby

I had to go back and re-read - I thought he named it AMY, and then what on earth were you going to DO with that??

Big Gay Sam

hmm... I wonder when the mama and babies are going to make an appearance. You didn't think there was just one, did you?

Melissa

I was fully expecting this story to end with the purchase of a new home for Any complete with various mazes and assorted rodent toys.

Jennifer

It is kind of cute! But no way in hell could I have opened the top without fearing it would get out again!

Karen

Oh, that is exactly how my middle son (who looks a lot like Noah) would have acted if I'd marched out. "He's our friend! Oh, he's so soft. I love him. I like mouses."

Steph

NEXT TIME. Next time this happens. Please to post a title like "Disturbing, Mentally Scarring Photo of Disgusting Vermin Rodent Directly At The Top Of This Post Click Away Or Scroll Quickly Lest You Have A Mild Panic Attack Or Full Body Shivers For The Remainder Of The Day". That would be much appreciated.

So I (perhaps obviously) share your totally justified, rational "aversion" to these...these...all the things you called them. One time in college, we had a Mouse Problem in our house and as I was sitting on the couch with a friend, he said, "what is THAT?" and on the couch across from us was one of THOSE. ON THE COUCH. Hanging out. Watching tv with us. I immediately started flailing my arms and jumping nimbly from foot to foot and shrieking while my friend tried to calm me down so that "we" could figure out how to get rid of it. I ran out of the room and came back with a can of Raid. (I am a very hands-off killer.) He burst out laughing and refused to even TRY the Raid (I mean it might have blinded it at least, right?) and then got 2 plastic cups from our kitchen. He scooped him up and then asked what I wanted to do with it. My response was to duct tape the cups together, put the whole contraption in a plastic bag and then probably in another plastic bag or 83, and put all of that in the freezer. Again, I am a very hands-off killer. My friend stared at me and then said, calmly, that he was going to go let him go outside. I made him jog half a mile away from the house and run across 4 lanes of traffic before I would let him release that THING.

Ugh. I still get the creepies just THINKING about it.

Hate.

You are brave. I can't believe you don't have a new house and/or new husband by now.

Lori

we finally caught our mouse as well (peanut butter does the trick) .... in a humane trap ... but let's not speak of its demise, which is something I am not in charge of. The only problem is that for weeks it's been hoarding cat food all over the place - I have tried to clean it up but who knows how much is left secreted in places. Next will come the ants to get the cat food ... sigh.

Lori

oh, and some mice (well their poop or urine) carry the hanta virus ... so I would have thrown away the gladware too. Actually, I would have thrown away the mouse and the gladware ...

Choi

Thanks for all of the information, great blog by the way.

Genevieve @ Adventures in Suburbia

Beastrat! Helldemon! Hahahahahaha. Where do you come up with this stuff?!

Jen

OMG. I have such an ethical dilemma about the mousies, which as you know I currently have a problem with.

Our solution? We bought the terrifying Ker-SNAPPPP, break-your-neck types. We stuck sticky candies on the trap because they LICKED THE PEANUT BUTTER OFF without getting their necks broke.

It worked. I cried every time the tell-tale SNAP! noise happened and made my poor partner go and dispose of the evidence.

And then, one night I was going to the bathroom, in the dark, through the kitchen... and I heard one of the traps. Not SNAP-ing. MOVING. I lost. My. Shiznitt. Turns out it was a poor mousey who had caught his leg (just his wee leg) in the trap. I wept for ages. I feel evil. And yet... I DO. NOT. WANT. them in my goddamned house. :os Quandry - I has one.

Alison

You're too funny!

Genevieve @ Adventures in Suburbia

Now I am ticked off. I just heard something in the ceiling, a scurrying and tiny little pitter patter steps. You jinxed me. I think I have the first mouse in the 18 months I have lived here!

die Frau

I admit I would've felt conflicted...I do not want to kill mousies, but I don't want to share occupancy with them. Honestly, I would've set our terrier on it and then blithely told myself that because she was bred to kill vermin that it was "nature's way", thereby eliminating myself of all guilt.

Good luck with possible family members Many, Every, and Each.

Maggie

You need to watch the NewsRadio "Rat Funeral" episode.

Candy

I hate to say this, but there is never just one mouse. Maybe you should have kept the Gladware.

They are awfully cute though, once they are no longer free-ranging on your counter, aren't they?

Tracy

We had a mouse "issue" this year after the winter of multiple blizzards. They decided my house looked warm and cozy against the backdrop of 4 feet of snow. We battled vigorously - up to and including my husband creeping around with a pellet gun to shoot one. That, by the way, was not nearly as bad as what they did to each other in my basement. Suffice it to say, I called a pest control company when I found mouse, ahem, "parts" in my laundry room. I threatened to move myself and my son out of the house when the husband said there was no need and he could handle it. HA! You must be crazy!

neeroc

After years of watching my mother screaming her fool head off from on top of the coffee table every time we had one at the cottage, I've developed a rather apathetic attitude towards them...then again, I've never had one in my house, pooping in my cutlery drawer. That would warrant a really, really good trap.

kris

neeroc - It warranted a number of different killing methods in my house. We've had them a few times over the 10 years we've lived in our house. 3 years ago we had them and just could not get rid of them. They ruined 2 of my kitchen drawers and I can't even remember how many things I had to throw out. Then we'd think they were gone and again I'd have to throw more stuff away. My kitchen stuff sat in boxes in my hallway for a long long time. We had them again this year but only in one drawer. I just about cried. Then told my husband I was just never using that drawer again. It is currently empty!

EdenSky

When my mom was a kid her sister brought home 2 supposedly male mice that has been class pets ate her school. They ended up with over 200 mice. Every day they would take 50 or so out of their cages and let them run around on the kitchen table (the TABLE where they EAT) so they could get exercise. True story. Any is cute!

agirlandaboy

We had a mouse trapped in our window well when I was about nine and I composed poetry for it and created elaborate crayon portraiture of it before my dad trapped it in a bucket and set it free somewhere. It's name was "Frederick or Heidi."

linka72

"pocket-sized ball of plague"..I promise you, I hand to clamp my hand over my scream-laughing mouth just now because my supervisor was glaring at me..and secondly my skin is now crawling from that picture, okthanxbai

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