This is a true story, first posted in 2011. I've edited it slightly. This post is without photos for a reason, as you will soon read.
One day I was cleaning up dishes after breakfast when I saw a little blur to my
right, where our stove is. I know that means a mouse so I turned.
Right next to the stove was a mouse, staring at me. We started at each
other. I know the mouse must have been startled and would run and hide
under the stove. But no. This mouse stared at me, not sure of what to
do, ran across the floor, ran across the floor again back to the
beginning and finally (running so close to me that I nearly screamed)
ran into the one former bedroom (currently my library) on our ground
floor.
I am not
ashamed to admit I ran out of that kitchen and left the dishes half done. I stayed out
for about 5 minutes before I would even go back in there.
I left
spouse a note, and he bought some mousetraps, put one out that night. Yes, I am not ashamed to say that when it comes to mice, I run for the spouse.
Yesterday morning I
saw where the trap had caught a mouse and he disposed of it.
This
morning, I went into the kitchen to heat up breakfast and there was a
sprung trap by the stove, with a little dead mouse lying underneath the
sprung trap.
So I
went about my business when suddenly there was a loud clatter and a high
pitched squeaking, like an "ee ee ee" but even higher pitched. THERE
WAS ANOTHER MOUSE AND THAT MOUSE WAS ATTEMPTING TO DRAG THE TRAP BEHIND
THE STOVE. But the space was too small. It kept trying and trying. I
had to eat my breakfast hearing that pathetic "ee ee ee" and the
occasional bumping of what I knew was the mouse trying to drag the trap.
The squeaks were so loud. I never went back in to see the final, er, disposition of the matter.
I don't
want to speculate if that mouse was trying to save the other mouse, or
the relation of the other mouse to him/her. Or if mice have those types
of feelings. It was creepy.
When my spouse came home from work, he saw the sprung trap and wondered why it was jammed up against the stove.
Now tonight, we have to try to get the other mouse. How many more are there?
Stephen King would know what to do with this story.
Do mice take revenge?
And can I ever, even indirectly, kill a mouse again after seeing that sight this morning?
This is a true story, without photos for a reason, as you will soon read.
Tuesday I was cleaning up dishes after breakfast when I saw a little blur to my right, where our stove is. I know that means a mouse so I turned. Right next to the stove was a mouse, staring at me. We started at each other. I know the mouse must have been startled and would run and hide under the stove. But no. This mouse stared at me, not sure of what to do, ran across the floor, ran across the floor again back to the beginning and finally (running so close to me that I nearly screamed) ran into the one former bedroom (currently my library) on our ground floor.
I am not ashamed to admit I ran out of that kitchen and left the dishes half done for about 5 minutes before I would even go back in there.
I left spouse a note, and he bought some mousetraps, put one out Tues night. (yup, when it comes to mice, I run for the husband.) Yesterday morning I saw where we had caught one and he disposed of it.
This morning, I went into the kitchen to heat up breakfast and there was a sprung trap by the stove, with a little dead mouse lying underneath the sprung trap.
So I went about my business when suddenly there was a loud clatter and a high pitched squeaking, like an "ee ee ee" but even higher pitched. THERE WAS ANOTHER MOUSE AND THAT MOUSE WAS ATTEMPTING TO DRAG THE TRAP BEHIND THE STOVE. But the space was too small. It kept trying and trying. I had to eat my breakfast hearing that pathetic "ee ee ee" and the occasional bumping of what I knew was the mouse trying to drag the trap.
And the squeaks were so loud. I never went back in to see the final, er, disposition of the matter.
I don't want to speculate if that mouse was trying to save the other mouse, or the relation of the other mouse to him/her. Or if mice have those types of feelings. It was creepy.
When my spouse came home from work, he saw the sprung trap and wondered why it was jammed up against the stove.
Now tonight, we have to try to get the other mouse. How many more are there?
Stephen King would know what to do with this story.
Do mice take revenge?
And can I ever, even indirectly, kill a mouse again after seeing that sight this morning?
