This morning Jonathan was sitting in our blue chair in the den part of our big room and I was a few feet away on the high stools nursing Sienna. J said "Don't panic but you need to know something."
Those are not nice, comforting words.
J continued, "There is a mouse behind the hutch who keeps poking its head out."
At this point the mouse decided to take a lap around the den. It scampered into our bedroom and disappeared. Oh gross. J got to make a run to the store to pick up some mouse traps. I seriously considered packing up the girls and going to my mom's. J reminded me that the mouse is more scared of us so I figured two loud, crying kids would keep the mouse away. And they did all day.
After we returned from our date tonight, the mouse reappeared behind the hutch. He moved to the entertainment center but he knew we were on the hunt so he stayed back there a while. Finally we scared him into Sienna's room. Jonathan had our broom to whack him and I had Kiran's broom to shoo him over Jonathan. Mostly I just stood on the rocking chair calling a play by play of the mouse's movements and encouraging Jonathan by proclaiming my confidence in his mouse-killing abilities. Finally after a long time, J squared off with the mouse in the corner by the door and the mouse didn't stand a chance.
I'm so thankful we went ahead and got the exterminator package when we had the ants issue. They will be coming on Friday to make sure no more mice get into our house.
7 comments:
HAHAHAHA!!!! See India was good training for Jonathan for crazy bugs and creatures living with you!
What a good Daddy!
I love that you said you gave the play by play! HAHAHA Looking forward to tonight...Let the Birthday WEEK continue!
I love that you said the play by play too!
Man, and you thought when you left India you were done with rodents! :)
Once, in the old Taj house, there was a mouse loose in the kitchen. I happened to STEP on it, purely accidental, and break something that caused it to be immobile. Then James came in, picked him up by the tail with a chip clip and threw him in the trash! It was all very gross. I'm impressed you didn't go to your mom's immediately.
Ahhh! I'm glad he's finally gone and I hope you don't see any more.
BTW- Happy late Birthday. And I still want to call and talk Weissbluth stuff.
Gross. I didn't go in our kitchen for a week after we killed a mouse. Oh, wait, that was five mice. No wonder we got the extermination package. The joys of home-ownership.
Hooray for such a brave husband!
Doesn't matter where you live - still mice :)
Ew stepping on a mouse? Gross.
My real live friend here in SC told me she put her feet up under the desk at her house growing up and thought she put them on a mouse. Turns out it was a potato that had rolled up there and gotten soft and gross! Double Ew.
IAMT- call me. I love to talk.
a mouse I can handle. I am picturing this whole scenario with a ROACH and it just makes me shudder.
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