Danger Mouse

So yesterday, I was at a meeting at school first thing.

Then I came home and discovered husband had moved the mousetrap from near the kitchen bin to near the fireplace. So I phoned husband to ask him why he moved it.

He says he didn’t. I say, are you sure? He says, Yep.

So from my vantage point about twelve feet away, I pop my glasses back on and squint … and see a mouse in the mousetrap.

At this point, I climb onto a dining table chair and scream, “Get out, get OUT, GET OUT!!!!”

Husband is in hysterics on the other end, laughing so hard.

THE MOUSE GOT CAUGHT IN THE TRAP IN THE KITCHEN AND IT CRAWLED ITS WAY ACROSS THE DAMN FLOOR WITH THE TRAP, trying to get back to its hidey-hole. That is one super-mouse!

I got light-headed and seriously panicky, so I exiled myself from the house at husband’s request until he could come home after his meeting to get rid of it. (Husband knows the difference between normal anxiety and my anxiety, and that, my friends, is true love).

I went to a shopping centre, something I loathe almost as much as mice. I bought myself a winter coat since I didn’t have one. I ate some sweet potato mash. My galloping heart beat slowed down. Then husband called and said, I’m home but the mouse isn’t in the trap.

Boom, my heart rate ramped right up again! Stomach cramps. Sweaty palms.

mouseHusband tidied and eradicated any evidence of the mouse’s journey, but we are regarding the the fireplace very warily, in case the enraged mouse comes back in a bionic incarnation. We’re stomping around like ogres to pretend we’re not scared of the teeny-tiny (big, bad) mouse.

Turns out, Husband has murophobia, too. He just loves me that much that he’ll always deal with the mice. Awwwwwww.

8 thoughts on “Danger Mouse

  1. Julie M says:

    I had a similar problem last week! I was in my kitchen in the morning before school… no mouse. Then I came home after drop off and putting some things away. And then as I stepped between the recycle bin and the door IN MY KITCHEN (ewwwww!)…there he was, dead as dead can be. No idea where he came from or how he died (there was no trap) but he was dead in my kitchen!!!!!!

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  2. Jennifer Pope says:

    I don’t envy you. This is one of the WORST experiences to go through. Have you gotten rid of that pesky creature yet? I mean, do you know whether “he’s” still around? What a darned nuisance!! On another note, I love your new hairstyle!

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  3. Fionnuala Zinnecker says:

    I’ve become better at this but I am still not good with mice. At uni once we had a mouse in our flat and we set down poison. It ate it but it took him at elast a day to die and we could hear him moving about. Ugh, it was horrible but we were too scared to find him and put him out of his misery. Since then I use traps.

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  4. Anxious Mom says:

    Oh my lord! That was one determined little mofo. I’m glad your husband understands your anxiety and tried to take care of it. Mine would probably have dangled it in my face had he gotten it. (He’s great in many ways, but can’t pass up a chance to “tease.”)

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