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The third floor of The Brothers Building was our beloved home for about a year. Just around the time Rex was born we started to have a mouse problem. We could hear it in the wall and it started leaving goodies in corners. Nick ignored the problem.
One early morning, when Rex was days old, I was in the kitchen making toast while Nick and Rex slept on. I felt a little something on my foot and looked down to see a mouse run over my foot. I screamed and Nick came flying out of bed. Poor guy, he thought little Rex had stopped breathing. Rex slept on and Nick ignored the problem.
About a week later Nick finally saw the perpetrator for himself and decided it was time to take action. I walked in to find him perched on a stool, holding a string attached to a tube with peanut butter in it. What a handy husband, trying to catch the mouse.
Your turn to entertain me! Share your own rodent stories in the comments section and the author of my favorite story will get a box of handmade goodies.
Share as many stories as you have. The favorite will be chosen and announced on June 23, 2008, in honor of Carter's eighth birthday.
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Ok..i have a good one. When we got to NZ, we stayed at what they call a Marae, which is kind of a special place where families gather, and they have celebrations. We were staying there for the week. The building was kind of old, and it was like a big wooden tent, with a bathroom and showers in an older building in the back. The first night there, one of the Elders of the Marae welcomed us, and gave a speech about the Marae, he mentioned in his speech about being at one with nature, and how we shouldn't be bothered by our "mice friends" that live at the marae. I was a little nervous to hear that, but was so tired I didn't think anything of it. The next morning, while we were walking around the marae I noticed a group of large cats playing around a wood pile, I walked closer to see them when I realized, they were not cats they were giant RATS! Needles to say I freaked out. BY the end of the week we learned not only were they giant, they were also not afraid of humans. We could hear them scurrying under the floor when we tried to sleep. And the best was going to the bathroom at night and having them run along side of you on the path to the bathroom. I also had one wait for me outside the shower, I opened the stall door and saw it standing there watching me. I just stepped back in and waited for it to leave. That is my rodent story.
Robyn's was a winner. I'm not sure you will count this one but here is what happened to me.
I came home one night after a hard day's work at Dr. Hammond's office when I was 8 months pregnant with Jethro. As usual I had to go to the bathroom really fast. As I was sitting on the toilet I noticed a black lump in the tub. It was a BAT!! I stealthily got up off the toilet so as not to disturb the nasty intruder and slammed the bathroom door shut. Bus was still at football practice so while I was waiting for my hero to come home and rescue me I set up the ironing board in the nursery and I started ironing. About 15 minutes later I glanced up and saw the bat flying towards me from the living room! I shrieked and slammed the bedroom door. I thought we were being invaded by bats! I climbed out the window. After jumping down I waddled around the house and sat on the front steps. Finally Bus got home and I fell apart. He went boldly into the house just like Indiana Jones and finally found my friend hanging serenely on the window screen in our bedroom. (The night before we had wondered about the big moth that was flying around in our bedroom bumping into the walls). He let out a yell and pushed the screen onto the lawn with the bat trapped and proceeded to beat the living daylights out of it with the shovel. To this day I'm not sure how that thing got out of the bathroom. That is my flying rodent story.
ok kimber, so it isn't a rodent story, just a comment to be quick.
i sent out a mass e-mail promoting the blog today and my last post was a state of the union address. as in i made the states official. ok, so that's not what the state of the union address is about, but whatever.
thanks for thrifting with me!
p.s.
i want to try wool felting with you!
on july 19, 2003 peter and spent a lovely morning getting married in the ogden temple. that afternoon we escaped on our honeymoon to his uncles cabin somewhere near ogden. everything that day had been perfect, the ceremony, pictures and reception has gone off without a hitch and peter and were sooo in love, we were high on happiness. that evening knelt next to eachother and said our first family prayers and then snuggled up to go to sleep. all was calm in the cabin, we heard the crickets chirping out side, the wind rustling in the cottonwoods, and then all of a sudden, WHOOSH!! a bat dive bombed us. this bat was out of controll, obviously he was jealouse that peter and i were so in love and happy and he had no body. i was terrified and hid under the covers as peter got up and tried to find something to catch the demon bat with. luckily peter was able to attach a laundry bag to the end of a mop to make a net. as he ran around and around the cabin waving the net, sometimes leaping to try and nab the perpretrator, i lay cowering under the covers as the bat continued to dive bomb me. finaly the bat caught, then released, and we were able to finally settle down for our night as husband and wife.
Okay, so in the event that I do happen to win, I won't force you to send anything to Poland. But this story was too good not to tell. (See how I'm still trying to win? :D)
Anyway, when Trevor and I were first married, we lived in a small, old house that my parents own. One afternoon, I was doing some baking and noticed a small flurry of fur run out of the pantry and then back behind the fridge. I kept my eyes peeled, waiting for the mouse to come out from behind the fridge so that I could do something (I don't know what) to take care of it. Finally it did and, after meeting face to face with the broom, it scurried behind the oven. I had to get back to whatever I was doing and then I eventually left the house to run an errand. When I came back, I saw the mouse on the stairs just sitting there. I thought it had died right there and was thoroughly grossed out. But then I saw it move...really slowly. It was so bizarre. When are mice ever slow? I then realized that since it got caught behind the hot oven, I probably cooked it a little bit! Ew! I believe I put a bucket over it and then I made Trevor take it outside so it could die out there, in its natural element.
I guess I do have a rodent story. It was in the house we lived in in Simi Valley. After we moved in we looked into the attic and could see the evidence of a major rat problem in the houses past. There were trails and droppings all over through the insulation. I never ventured into the attic again, but as I was doing some work in the garage I needed to re-route a gas line. As I was cutting along the wall to make a channel for the new gas line I pulled off a chunk of drywall to find the cavity between two studs completely filled with a rats nest with the dried out carcase of the rat stretched out on top. It was quite the find. We later found out from the neighbors that the renters in the house before us never took out the trash. They just piled it up in the garage. Perfect conditions for rats.
Hey Kimber -
I don't know if my story counts, it's about spiders, so I put it on my blog. I needed something to write about anyway. Here's the link -
http://teammorrissavesamerica.blogspot.com/2008/06/spiders-and-snakes.html
This was a great posting, I've enjoyed reading everyone's stories, the bats have been the most fun!
I know I am automatically out of the running for the prize but I thought I would share my story anyway. When Kimber and I lived in Buffalo, I worked in an old building that was once a steel mill. Needless to say, it was old, big and kind of creepy.
I was in the bathroom doing my business while perusing the latest Grainger catalog. The light fixture in the room was not attached to the ceiling; it was just sort of hanging from its wires. I heard some scratching on what I thought was the wall; the break room was just outside the bathroom, you see. I ignored it but kept hearing the sound. Soon it was overhead and that is when I looked up.
Well, at the hole in the ceiling I saw a pair of beady little eyes staring at me. Then, all of the sudden, the mouse just fell from the hole in the ceiling and landed about an inch from my foot, where it proceeded to twitch a bit and then die. Needless to say it gave me the jibblies. I was thinking; what if that hole in the ceiling had been just a few inches over? Yes, I would have had a live mouse in my naked lap. Jibbely jibbely jibbely…
To all those who have not yet entered your stories, the prize is awesome and you should do everything you can to win. (Warning: Shameless wife-promotion ahead) Please tell everyone you can about Kimber’s awesome blog.
Wife-promotion Nick? I don't think that's entirely appropriate.
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