Monday night, Mike & I came home from small group and needed to head to bed because we were taking some high schoolers to Holiday World the next morning and leaving at 7am. I went to go to sleep and realized my phone (alarm) was still in my purse. I didn't really know where I set my purse down but it's usually in the kitchen so that's where I headed. When I turned on the light, there was a MOUSE that scurried off in between my canisters. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
There was a tail right there.
RIGHT THERE!
I went back into the bedroom seriously ready to cry. I asked Mike what to do but he was icing his really sore ankle and could barely walk. I called my mom. When she picked up I just said "I saw a mouse on my kitchen counter. I'M FREAKING OUTTTT!!!" To which she replied, "I'm sending your dad." BEST PARENTS IN THE WORLD.
They came over and starting setting traps. We were trying to figure out where they might come from and just had no idea. Mom asked if we should get their cat, Sugar, and bring her over to find the mouse. I was all for this. We went and got her and brought her back. We set her on the counter by the canisters and she immediately moved to the space behind my Kitchen Aid Mixer.
She went right to the corner and starting pawing at/sniffing the space underneath the corner cabinet. My dad investigated and found that the cabinet is not flush with the wall. We set more traps. Before they left, I asked if we could check the other corner cabinet juuuuust in case. This is the part when my gag reflex was in overdrive. He moved my bread machine which I rarely do....and the corner of the counter had lots of mouse turds. AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I seriously felt so unclean/grossed out/like I was going to puke.
So now my kitchen is a war zone. I'm beyond being frightened and am now just mad that this mouse or mice has disrupted my life. I am currently taking every single thing from it's home and washing it in bleach/soap water. Then I'm bleaching out every drawer and cabinet. I've found more mouse droppings than I'd ever have liked to have seen in a lifetime. My parents keep reassuring me that this happens to everyone...but I'm disgusted. Seriously...disgusted. This is my WOMAN CAVE! It's supposed to be a happy place. Here is a bit of how it looks now...
Everything is on the island.
Bleach.
Bleach.
Trap & poison.
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So, I'm off to fight in the war against mice again. My weapon? Bleach. And more bleach. And I'll probably run to the Dollar General in town and get some more bleach. Ugh. Mice.
On a lighter and happier note, Mike & I adopted an 8 week old kitten from the local shelter. It was an agonizing choice because all of the kittens and cats wanted to be petted and looked so unbelievably lonely. People of Vermilion County...go adopt some pets! Poor babies... Especially Archie. We almost brought him home. I hope his little heart isn't too broken. But we saved this baby: http://www.petfinder.com/petdetail/20475954?photo_view=1
Her new name is Peanut. We love her. And pray she will hunt the mice right out of our house. Or at least scare them off.
That's all for now. Maybe someday I will attempt to be happy in my kitchen again :(
So this (kind of) happened to us. We came home from being gone and when we ventured downstairs to get something out the basement there was a huge hole in the wall. My first thought...RAT. I was freaked. We set sticky pads around and tried to catch the dang thing. About a week later I am sitting on the couch and I hear this scurrying noise. I immediately jumped on the couch in a panic and called Alex. No answer. Called my mom and she picked up. She tried to reassure me but I felt like I was being invaded. Of course when I wanted the noise to be made to have Alex hear it never happened. It turns out there was a squirrel running up and down our chimney!!! Luckily I did not have to deal with the droppings that you did though!!! I do not appreciate animals coming into our "caves"!
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