Vermin, part deux
Aug. 14th, 2005 01:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Is it the end-times already? I seem to be suffering from a plague of vermin!
Last night I get home from work, and every light in the kitchen and living room is on. There's a note from Mom that the dishes are clean and not to put dirty dishes in the dishwasher, so being a thoughtful roommate I open up the dishwasher and start putting them all away. About a third of the way through the plates and bowls I see our kitchen mouse scurry down the wall, all panicked. Sam gets excited, but nothing comes of it (except me saying "OH" in a loud voice). Apparently the lights are not a deterrent for our wee friend. We've sort of ignored him because he seems to be safely tucked behind the kitchen sink, and because Sam has been keeping a watchful eye on his home since we moved in here.
So tonight I'm sitting here in my bedroom, minding my own business, reading an email, and suddenly the boys are milling about and there's a weird noise. I look down, and they've got the mouse IN MY ROOM, and it's squeeeing between the two of them.
Sam and Harry are not entirely sure what to do with it, so I pop up and ineffectually say "Sam, NO! No! Sam, c'mere!" Yeah, like THAT'S gonna work. So I dump my trash on the floor, thinking I could stick the small trash bucket over the mouse and scoop it out of the house.
Before I get a chance, the cats manage to chase it behind the television. Now, I'm assuming it got into my room in Sam's mouth, as I can't think why it would visit me otherwise. It doesn't normally stroll about the house. So I'm pretty sure it was already if not actually damaged, at least dazed. It makes a break for under the bed, and that's when GreyKitty notices it. She, of course, had been next to me on the bed, and she really doesn't hear well at all so she hadn't heard it. I'm sure me hopping around on one foot (I was barefoot, as I seem to be when EVERYTHING interesting happens in my life) and yelling at Sam probably woke her up a little, but she really had no idea what was going on until she spotted it.
LIGHTNING QUICK she was off the bed and had it pinned. BAM!
I pull her off of it and of course it instantly dives under the bed. GreyKitty ZIPS right after it (the two boys sitting there with the most utterly confounded looks on their faces, like "what just happened...hey! wait! I....Waitaminnit!") while Greykitty has flattened herself out completely and is pulling herself along on her belly under the bed like a commando. She comes out covered in cobwebs and looks irritated but fixated at the area under the couch. I pull out the couch, nothing. Well, almost nothing. My shoes. Hmmm! GreyKitty starts sniffing madly at one of my shoes so I carefully pick it up and look in, and there, way way deep all the way back at my toes, is the mouse, looking terrified (and I think with a big slice in it, too, sadly enough).
I carry it gently out into the yard and tap my shoe out carefully under a bush. The mouse sits there, bemused, and scurries away.
The cats are still circling.
Me and Investigator Debbie, trying to speak for those who cannot!
Last night I get home from work, and every light in the kitchen and living room is on. There's a note from Mom that the dishes are clean and not to put dirty dishes in the dishwasher, so being a thoughtful roommate I open up the dishwasher and start putting them all away. About a third of the way through the plates and bowls I see our kitchen mouse scurry down the wall, all panicked. Sam gets excited, but nothing comes of it (except me saying "OH" in a loud voice). Apparently the lights are not a deterrent for our wee friend. We've sort of ignored him because he seems to be safely tucked behind the kitchen sink, and because Sam has been keeping a watchful eye on his home since we moved in here.
So tonight I'm sitting here in my bedroom, minding my own business, reading an email, and suddenly the boys are milling about and there's a weird noise. I look down, and they've got the mouse IN MY ROOM, and it's squeeeing between the two of them.
Sam and Harry are not entirely sure what to do with it, so I pop up and ineffectually say "Sam, NO! No! Sam, c'mere!" Yeah, like THAT'S gonna work. So I dump my trash on the floor, thinking I could stick the small trash bucket over the mouse and scoop it out of the house.
Before I get a chance, the cats manage to chase it behind the television. Now, I'm assuming it got into my room in Sam's mouth, as I can't think why it would visit me otherwise. It doesn't normally stroll about the house. So I'm pretty sure it was already if not actually damaged, at least dazed. It makes a break for under the bed, and that's when GreyKitty notices it. She, of course, had been next to me on the bed, and she really doesn't hear well at all so she hadn't heard it. I'm sure me hopping around on one foot (I was barefoot, as I seem to be when EVERYTHING interesting happens in my life) and yelling at Sam probably woke her up a little, but she really had no idea what was going on until she spotted it.
LIGHTNING QUICK she was off the bed and had it pinned. BAM!
I pull her off of it and of course it instantly dives under the bed. GreyKitty ZIPS right after it (the two boys sitting there with the most utterly confounded looks on their faces, like "what just happened...hey! wait! I....Waitaminnit!") while Greykitty has flattened herself out completely and is pulling herself along on her belly under the bed like a commando. She comes out covered in cobwebs and looks irritated but fixated at the area under the couch. I pull out the couch, nothing. Well, almost nothing. My shoes. Hmmm! GreyKitty starts sniffing madly at one of my shoes so I carefully pick it up and look in, and there, way way deep all the way back at my toes, is the mouse, looking terrified (and I think with a big slice in it, too, sadly enough).
I carry it gently out into the yard and tap my shoe out carefully under a bush. The mouse sits there, bemused, and scurries away.
The cats are still circling.
Me and Investigator Debbie, trying to speak for those who cannot!