You know how they say if you say/imagine something long enough it’ll come to fruition?
Well, all of my talk lately about seeing a mouse, seems to have brought one of the little suckers into my home.
I have one real phobia. Care to guess what it is? (See #38 on my 100 things list) Rodents. I saw “evidence” of the little bastard (pardon my french, but it’s on y’all) when I was cleaning the kitchen yesterday. Like to have died! In the five years we’ve been in our house, we have never had a mouse (that I know of). Until now.
Please believe that I’ll be at Wal*Mart after work standing in a long-a line buying plenty of mouse traps. I’m going to try the new-fangled thingamabobs where you don’t have to see the mouse.
In my college years when I lived in a drafty old house that was way too easily accesible to rodentia (and burglars), and they used to come in every spring and fall (and I swear I’m not nasty y’all), I have: called in to work crying because I saw a mouse and was scared to get off the bed, gone on to the football team’s practice field and begged the coach to let my then boyfriend, now husband Smoochy leave practice for 15 minutes to get rid of a mouse, paid neighbor children good money to remove a glue-trapped mouse, checked into a hotel because I saw a mouse, and the list goes on.
Thank God Smoochy will be home tonight. I can’t handle this.
I hope you catch it soon!
They are really coming in this year. I don’t know why. One of my girlfriends went to London for two weeks, came home a week ago and discovered droppings. She tried traditional traps and nothing worked. So she bought some sort of contraption that I told her reminded me of the ghost catchers from Ghostbusters. It even has a light that turns green when the rodent is caught.
Well, guess what, she had a rat, not a mouse! EEK!
EEEKKKKKKKKKKKK….know the feelin