O.K. so from time to time, when I open the door in our garage, I have seen a small brown field mouse running across the floor. It usually scares the heck out of me, and for the next week I yell before opening the garage door (in order to 'scare' the mouse away before I have to see it). Obviously we have some garage cleaning to do, but I have not been motivated enough to tackle it.
I am now....
Rob brought in a duffle bag, that was on one of our shelving units, that needed to be unpacked from a trip. He did this last night. This morning as I was emptying the duffle bag, I noticed mice droppings- UGH! So, of course I dump all the clothes straight into the washing machine with extra soap, and HOT water (hoping I didn't actually *find* the mouse). I then walked back into our bedroom and my husband points out that the pj bottoms that were half-in, half-out of the hamper (right next to the duffle back), had been gnawed through. OMG- there was a mouse, somwhere in that bedroom. GROSS. I gingerly picked up a shirt, and the mouse came flying out of the laundry pile, straight at me. I swear, it was huge....and vicious. Not really, but that's what my first reaction was. I ran out the door onto the deck off of our bedroom- I'm sure the entire neighborhood heard me. I did NOT handle it well. And yes, we did rat-sit recently, but that was different.
We spent the next hour trying to locate the little critter, so that maybe I'll set foot in our bedroom again. We did find it, and managed to get it out onto the back deck, and down into the grass. Now I'm just hoping there was only one.
We will be mouse free, even it means having nothing in our garage. NOTHING.
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Well, how about this?
We live in the country and when the hay field is cut from behind my house we used to get mice ever now and then (pre cat times). Well, one day on a warm January day, I opened our half basement (dirt floor) to get a wagon or something out...and a GIANT CHICKEN SNAKE was stretched out in front of the door. Fortunately, it had consumed a mouse that had consumed some rat poinson already and we had two for one that day. My husband disposed of the body when he returned home and I haven't went back to the basement since. I'm not kidding, and that was years ago.
O.K.- You win......I don't think I would be able to go back into the basement either. And let's just say, the screams would be heard for miles (although it sounds like you have few neighbors to annoy :)
Eek! I only like one mouse, and he wears red shorts and lives in Florida. All the other mice should STAY OUTSIDE!
As for snakes... ACK!
We've had our share of bats in the house, and that is freaky enough. Especially when your husband screams like a little girl and shuts you in the same room as said bat! Part of me wants to move back to the city!
That is FUNNY, although I'm sure I would be joining your poor husband in shrieking, and probably slamming the nearest door regardless of who is inside.
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