Thursday, November 4, 2010

Do Not Call it a Monster.

Whatever you do, for the life of you, do NOT call the mouse you just caught a "monster" in front of the baby.

Trust me on this. If you never listen to another word I say, just listen to this.

As you know, we are in the middle of Mouse Wars; The Saga, over here...and the other night, I happened to see a (rather large) mouse crawl from under one couch (the one I was sitting on) to the other.

Now, as much as I really don't mind mice (but, I really don't like them either...I guess what I'm getting at, is I don't grab the hem of my skirt, jump up on the table, and swat at the mouse with the broom that is always, conveniently, in my hand...), the whole idea of a mouse coming out from under my butt freaked me the heck out.

I dealt with it like I deal with all stress (no, I didn't NOT speak to it, why do you ask?) I went to bed and informed my husband to set more traps in the living room (and, by "informed", I mean I "begged, demanded and otherwise acted like a girl that just had a mouse crawl out from under her butt").

And, apparently by "set more" it meant "haul out the arsenal" (typical man)...he turned that living room into a freakin' mine field of snap traps!

Shortly after my hubby settled into bed, I heard a telltale "SNAP", then some rattling. The baby happened to be awake at this time (note: I know my "baby" is almost 3...but she will forever be my baby. The end.), I urged my hubby out of bed to check the trap, certain the mouse wasn't dead yet.

Baby and I followed him into the living room...he peered behind the couch, and said (and I quote), "Whoa. That's a monster."

*insert escalating freakazoid behavior from the baby* "Monstow? Der's a Monstow?!!! Put it outside!!" *accompanied by adorably worried/terrified/fearing for her life face*

I nearly died.

Right there, holding her in my arms, I almost died. It was too funny!

I then tried to explain that daddy just caught a really big mouse, not a monster.

Only, I'm not sure which was less frightening.

Mouse Wars...Game on.

Yer goin' down, monstows. Yer goin' down.

(Oh, and you're welcome for saving you from the photos. I thought about it...especially when we caught one mouse on two traps, then two mice on one trap. Oh boy, did I think about it!! But in the end, I thought maybe you'd NOT like to see it. Am I right?)

12 comments:

  1. How timely...we were moving things around in the basement this morning and when my guy moved the tv he said, "Oh...huh." I knew. Ick. He snuck it out before the kids saw.

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  2. Your baby sounded so cute. I would have been rolling at the point when she said put it outside. Hope your mouse wars goes well.

    XOXO
    Nikki Darlin'

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  3. awww! how freaking adorable is the baby?! Good luck with your mouse wars!

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  4. I hate mice, and part of me still would have liked to see the two mice in one trap. Nice!

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  5. Hahaha, good thing Daddy caught that monstow!

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  6. Oh man do we have mouse stories at this house too! Your tale (especially of how it came out from under your "butt) was eerily familiar to our story too! ACKACKACK!

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  7. I do thank you for not posting pictures haha. How cute is she though, and correct. Mice are monstows!!

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  8. I thank you for not showing us the monstows, but wish you would have had a camera for the adorable face of the baby when she asked!
    And hey, my baby is 12-the end. =)

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  9. Thank you for no pics!

    I would have laughed at monstows.

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  10. My husband caught a rat a few years ago, actually he shot it with his BB gun. I took a picture

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  11. EW EW EW.....although I love your quoting the baby:) Too cute.
    Hope you get all the monstows soon;)

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