We have had quite the menagerie in the house these past several weeks. First incident was a bat buzzing my bed in the middle of the night, which proceeded to run into my chest when I stood up. Then a chipmunk under my bed, followed by a mouse on my arm while I was lying in bed, and then another mouse running over my leg while I was working on the computer. Latest visitation? I was pouring Colby a bowl of cereal this morning, when I felt something large land on my hand - I assumed there was a prize in the box, so I looked down to see what it was. You've already guessed. Yes. A MOUSE. In the cereal box. YUCK YUCK YUCK YUCK YUCK. I screamed (actually my first scream in response to ANY of these vermin... I'm getting jaded), and ran out of the house to find my protector of a husband. I told him in no uncertain terms that we are getting a CAT. TODAY. Except I really don't want to have to change a litter box, and deal with cat hair. But maybe it's worth it. This was his response.
Rob: "You know, I'm not the only person who can buy and set a mouse trap."
Me: "Oh no you don't. Mouse control is MEN'S WORK. Undeniably. Absolutely."
Rob: "That's a huge generalization."
Me: "I don't care. "
Rob: "Quinn, how'd that mouse taste for breakfast?"
Quinn: "Mom, why was there a mouse in the cereal?"
Me: "I dont' know, Quinn. I just know that we are moving to a new house that doesn't have mice. Today."
UGH. UGH. UGH. I can't stress that enough. GROSS. So then I went inside, to find that Colby was finished pouring his cereal and was just about to eat it!!!
Me: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" (Envision slow-mo of me lunging for the bowl as he's about to bring the first spoonful to his mouth.) I intercepted the bite, and threw the cereal (and the remainder of the box) in the garbage, and tossed the bowl in the dishwasher to be sterelized. Colby burst into tears.
Colby: "But that's my favorite kind!! WAH!"
Me: "Mice have germs, and poop alot. You want mouse poop for breakfast?" That stopped his sobs, although he remains teary-eyed even now, several minutes later.
Enough is enough. This is the final straw. As God as my witness, I will not be attacked by animals in my home AGAIN!!! Just don't know how to get around having to change a litter box.
And why is it that these rodents are only visitng ME and no one else in the house???? I guarantee if a bat, a chipmunk, and a mouse ended up on ROB'S body parts, this problem would've been taken care of a long time ago.
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Monica, I have 4 cats and still have had mice in the house. They do help some, but once the mice have moved inside the traps worked much better. Had to put all cereal, sugar, flour, and almost all of my pantry in sealed containers. Cans were the only thing they didn't get into. And it wasn't a "man" job here either if I wanted it done now and done right!!! Good luck (:
You know, young boys love poop. And sandboxes. Maybe cleaning out the litter box could be THEIR job! (Men in training and all that!)
We don't have any animals in our house...and I for sure would not be able to handle if if I did!!!!!! DISGUSTING!
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