All comments suggesting that this little thing is cute will be deleted! No mouse lovers welcome here! Stop snickering. I’m serious. He’s a horrid, filthy rodent!!
How the War Began:
I was innocently sitting on our lounge reading the Bible to my boys when Brayden drew my attention to the air conditioner. I moved quickly thinking there was a large spider ready to drop onto my head. By this time the critter had gone back into hiding so Brayden told me he had seen a rat! We discussed the size of this creature and determined it was a mouse. And then I saw him. A rather dopey field mouse. Newbies, straight in from the bush, don’t seem to know that you need to fear the human and stay hidden in the daylight hours.
As I was photographing our intruder, I told the boys I was rather glad he couldn’t get down from up there but he clearly heard me because he jumped! So did I…up onto a chair!!!
Repulsed, horrified, traumatised…none of these words seem to capture the essence of my thoughts!!
However my boys said it was soooo exciting and begged me to let them keep it as a pet if they could catch it. Are they totally nuts?!!! Although I did appreciate their fearless nature as I needed someone who would run and get me the longest handled broom they could find so I could protect myself…I mean…defend the house and family.
We…I mean…the boys…pulled the lounge apart looking for that mouse. I issued instructions from my lofty viewing point. But we couldn’t find him. At one point Ethan saw the mouse scale the wall beside the nearby bookshelf (I didn’t know they could run up walls!!!!!) but got a fright when Ethan approached and fell back down. We haven’t seen him since.
An emergency trip to the store was necessary. I restrained myself from buying one of every mouse killing item on the shelves. Half of their products is restrained isn’t it?!! Sadly they only had those useless plastic mouse traps which means my main attack tool will be poison. Oh don’t bother me with your non-toxic remedies. Some occasions call for the deadliest stuff on the market!!
Oh and the chair and broom are my defensive tools. Vital in this war!!
How this war better end:
Until then I’m NOT reading on that lounge and everywhere I do sit I will be keeping my feet tucked up high and safe!