Ok, so those of you that know me know that I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, did I mention REALLY hate mice! I hate mice so bad that I would rather have snakes crawling around in my house!
This 4th of July was a lot of fun. There is just something that defines America like hot-dogs, and fireworks. I had a great 4th. Along with a great 4th came the enjoyment of many family members. ALL of us actually were here at Mom and Dad's the whole weekend. On the Tuesday after the 4th, everyone was gone, and only Grandma N., Kyle and I were here. It was the first time in what seemed like forever that Kyle and I were able to just sit and relax ALONE together. I even talked him out of working on the house til 10 and coming home at 8 to spend some time with me.
Kyle knows how much I hate mice. We had an infestation with them in our camping trailer last year and I made him scrub the trailer down with me and a bucket of soapy clorox water. All the while, he kept yelling Haunta--- (The little pest!) lol
So anyways- back to the story- Kyle and I were setting on the couch watching TV, when all of the sudden out of the corner of my I swear I can see two little pesky eyes flash around the corner wall, headed straight towards the pile of blankets/sleeping bags that were left unfolded on the floor. I immediately JUMP off the couch and yell- "There's a MOUSE". Kyle stands up, and walks towards the stairs. "I swear there is a mouse in the house!" "You're just seeing things I'm sure" he says as he is picking up things at the top of the stairs to try to find it. I begin to fold the heaping pile of sleeping stuff, while he is moving things. "If it's not at the top of the stairs it's gone downstairs I just know it!" All the while thinking crap- all of the baby stuff is down there and the door to Narnia (the storage room) is open... that mouse is definately going to survive down there. I follow Kyle downstairs as we're looking for the little creature. By now, I'm sure he's thinking, I've married a FULL OUT PSYCHO! Honestly! :)
The little bugger of a mouse is spotted, coming towards me, I scream like a little school girl, which makes it turn around directions and go towards Kyle. He stands there, like what do you want me to do with this thing? I tell him, "Stay here, and don't take you eyes off of this mouse while I run upstairs and get some traps" Handy for us to have traps here, I know, because not only am I extremely afraid of mice, so is my mom! We bought 20 of them the last time we went to the store. YES, 20. I grab the traps only 2 of them, and bait them with cheese, then go back down stairs. "Is he still in the corner?"- "Yep, hasn't moved" So we plan where to set the little traps, and Kyle assures me that we can go back upstairs and watch the news and by the time the news is over he's certain it will be caught. I say ok, but then my mouse instincts kick in, and I start to close all the doors in the basement and block the bottoms with towels so that the bugger can't go into any other room. I even blocked Narnia with our pot rack box that we got so that it wouldn't go back there. Then I went upstairs. I couldn't focus on the news becuase I wanted to hear the sound of the trap to know it would be safe to sleep downstairs. After a half hour, we went downstairs to go to bed.... checked the traps... NOTHING- my stomach dropped along with a few explitives coming out. "Do you want to sleep upstairs" Kyle asked :) He knows afraid I am. "No, I'll be ok". Well every movement Kyle made, freaked me out, I swore the dang bugger was in the bed, then I thought crap, my bladder can't wait a whole night without getting up and going to the bathroom how am I going to make it across the hall 5 feet without the mouse attacking me? That was the longest night ever!!! I woke up thinking ha ha we've got you!!! Well--- we didn't. I couldn't understand where the bugger went. We blocked him in, set traps and nothing. More traps that'll do it. so 5 more traps later, and a trip into Narnia confirmed that in fact Kyle must not have seen it move from the corner when I ran upstairs the first time to get traps. "I think Narnia isn't good for the mouse, Tysen told me if he was to ever get stuck down here he could survive for a year! A mouse could for a decade!!" So.... needless to say- There is a mouse in the house never saw it before visitor visitor.... why can't I be like Cinderella and just dress them up? Why must they scare me to the point of screaming and peeing a little in my panties? Lets just hope I can catch the little bugger before Mom gets home from camping, otherwise.... that poor mouse will not have a peaceful death and would've wished it would've went into my trap!!!
