Posted by: Diane | March 28, 2013

Eek!

We’ve got a little critter under our kitchen sink and I am NOT a happy camper.

I consider myself to be a relatively stable woman but the thought of mice running around my house in the wee hours of the morning mortifies me. I’m embarrassed to admit that for the past week, I haven’t been able to open the cupboard under the sink, for fear of seeing a decapitated mouse and his long, dead tail dangling over the lip of the shelf.

Needing comfort and consolation, I recently confided in my next door neighbour, who quickly retorted with an insensitive, “Well, you live in the country, Diane. Get over it” so I suffer in silence these days, waiting for the end of this calamitous situation.

I have an old neighbour to thank for my “over the top” dramatic reaction to rodents.  Many years ago, I was mowing my front lawn and suddenly, I heard a blood-curdling scream from my neighbour as she ran out her front door, across the street and onto my property.

Janice collapsed into my arms, with tears running down her face and loudly lamented, “Diane, can you help me? She died.” Of course, I assumed that she was talking about her one and only daughter and I immediately went into crisis mode.

“Janice, let’s go back to your house. Did you call 911?” 

Janice looked at me with a strange expression on her face and responded with, “No, I don’t need to call 911. Please come with me.”

I had no idea what to expect but I had recently been trained in crisis intervention and I was confident that I could be of help. As I held Janice closely, I was rehearsing in my mind all the procedures that needed to be done in a sudden death incident. I was ready to respond.

I followed Janice into her home and on the kitchen floor lay a very big and very dead rat.

Janice broke into tears. “I can’t believe she’s dead. We all loved her so much.”

I am not exaggerating when I say that “Skoodles,” the family pet rat, was as big as a cat and had a tail that went on forever.  I had never seen such an ugly rodent in my life and the thought of this thing wandering freely through their house left me utterly speechless. Apparently, Skoodles had recently eaten some glass shards off of the kitchen floor and well…she didn’t look too good. I do believe she experienced a painful death. 

It’s difficult to express the utter disgust I felt that day but I was definitely traumatized…and now I am living this horror.  Ok, Ok…so it’s only one little mouse pitter-pattering around our kitchen cupboard but as far as I’m concerned,  it’s one mouse too many.

Maybe this is good practice for what’s coming next – SPIDER SEASON ON THE SHORES OF LAKE SIMCOE!


Responses

  1. i agree and empathize totally with you. Even though I too live in the country , I hate mice in my house!!!!alive or dead! And I can’t look at them in the traps either! Spiders I’m OK with,though. I’ll come and kill your spiders!

    • Please do come and kill the spiders, Karen!

  2. if you have one mouse, you have mice, sorry.

    When we lived up north, I kid you not, we set trap after trap and in just a few days we’d caught 14 mice!!!! they were all ranging in size but all came to the same demise, death by trapping. We found the hole in which they came and closed that sucker up.

    I hated that part of country living and the septic tank pump out day.

    • Well, the good news is that we caught one mouse five nights ago and haven’t caught one since – sure hope you’re wrong about one mouse equals many mice!!

  3. Please let us know when rodent & spider seasons are over before us, um, city folk come to visit you again!!!! Lol…

    • Rodents, spiders, skunks and raccoons…year round critters!

  4. Oh, I know the feeling! We have been sharing our walls with mice since november, and we got the same response: this is the countryside, mice do happen… but recently we discovered that mice are not the only one enjoying our hospitality: we have rats!!! EEEEEEEK! The thought simply freaks me out so much I cannot even express! So a nice gentleman came from the municipality (my husband refers to him as the ratman) and soon we are going to experience some serious gasing in our tubes. Hopefully all rats and mice will be gone afterwards…

    • Oh, my goodness – PLEASE, NO RATS! As you can well tell, my Skoodles experience is still with me…I’m not sure what I would do if I saw a rat around here!!

  5. I can tell you, the experience involved quite a screaming around here…


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