Mice. Gross, sneaking, eating-through-my-bag-of-flour, vile, despicable rodents. In my kitchen. I first saw their poop maybe two weeks ago, cleaned it up, and resolved to keep my bread-like foodstuffs locked tightly away. Unfortunately, I kept getting poop on my counter and so finally, I decided to take action. I bought mousetraps in my bazar, set the bait and retreated to my room.
Only minutes later, I heard noises. I knew the raid was going down, and I waited, getting just a bit tense and uneasy. Finally, the noises ceased and I ventured out. The crackers were gone and the traps still set. Sneaky little buggers! And worse of all, I didn't wait quite long enough...I heard one scurrying away! EW. I threw my slipper at the wall to make sure he wouldn't try to just ask for the next cracker face-to-nasty little nose, and re-set the trap, this time using a raisin to really wedge the cracker in this little prong thingy. I then retreated.
It was late-ish and I had one lesson plan to finish. Half-way through it, SNAP! That's when I started to freak out a bit. Then a few minutes later, SNAP! That's when I REALLY started to freak out. My stomach was churning, I was shaking, and I felt like I was going to cry. All this from some mice! I went out and checked, and sure enough, there were two bodies and four bulging eyes for me to gaze upon. EW EW EW. Both crackers were still there, even! I have NO idea why these little things bothered me so much, but I was not in good shape. I still had to brush my teeth, a process that has to be done in the kitchen, and so I put on my boots. Then I tried to sleep, but only had the SNAP! SNAP! running through my head.
The next morning, I donned the latex gloves that came in our med kits and I very nearly threw out in efforts to conserve space only a few months ago and, touching the traps as little as possible, managed to shake the little rigor-mortised bodies off the wire. EW. I didn't want to risk a bad toss (in my imagination, it would be a flinging half-toss that would result in the nasty thing landing on my head) over my wall, so I dropped them into the garden bed thinking the cats that loiter in my yard every day would be grateful for the snack. Instead, when I came home, my dog had chewed on the heads of these poor things and left them in the middle of my driveway. EWWW. Thinking avoidance the best solution, I stepped over them and went on with my life, still hoping for a visit from the cats.
Instead, I got a visit from one of the teachers at my school, who called at 7:30 am (on a Saturday!) announcing that she would arrive at 8. Frantically, I was washing my dishes and tidying my kitchen when I remembered the foul things she'd see when she walked in my gate, and on went the boots. I ended up using a stick to kind of balance each body enough to chuck it over my wall. Of course, my dog's interest was regained, and he decided he wanted to chew on them again. This was mildly disturbing and definitely created some problems with the precarious stick-balancing. EW EW EW. Finally, though, both bodies sailed over my wall, which happens to run along a major street. Oops.
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