Squish
I killed a mouse with a broom tonight. Was on the phone wishing happy birthday to my grandmother in PEI, who turns 95 this week, when Suzy wailed from up stairs. Gram was raised in rural PEI on a farm in a tiny community called Pleasant Valley. Now she plays Internet Scrabble. She's sharp as a tack, but I was alarmed to learn from her just tonight that she'd spent 3 days in hospital earlier this month "because my heart was fluttering and the nitro didn't help." Since Dad died, I get most of my Hickox news from Mark in New England.
So I had to let Gram go. "Gram, I have to go kill a mouse in my bedroom."
"Oh, dear. I thought I heard Suzy scream. Is she all right?"
"Yes, but she's probably on the bed." (she was, with the boys).
So I went up stairs, chased the mouse into the hall (out of sight of my wee men) and beat the living daylights out of it. I broke the broom in the process. Then I picked the mouse up like one would a sidewalk doggie do, in a Bob the Builder towel that we'd tossed in the Sally Ann bag. Then I and wiped up the blood. One mouse gone. Collateral damage: Broom.
We have electric lights now. My sons' great grandmother is on-line. But we still have mice in our homes. Strangely comforting, that.
... I hear something in the walls ...
So I had to let Gram go. "Gram, I have to go kill a mouse in my bedroom."
"Oh, dear. I thought I heard Suzy scream. Is she all right?"
"Yes, but she's probably on the bed." (she was, with the boys).
So I went up stairs, chased the mouse into the hall (out of sight of my wee men) and beat the living daylights out of it. I broke the broom in the process. Then I picked the mouse up like one would a sidewalk doggie do, in a Bob the Builder towel that we'd tossed in the Sally Ann bag. Then I and wiped up the blood. One mouse gone. Collateral damage: Broom.
We have electric lights now. My sons' great grandmother is on-line. But we still have mice in our homes. Strangely comforting, that.
... I hear something in the walls ...
posted by Stuart at 9:27 PM
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We got a cat (unplanned litter from our nephew, so we took one to help them out even though I was allergic) and that was the end of rodent problems inside and out.
It has been the best pet, needs little attention and surprisingly my low level, long-term exposure (sounds ominous doesn't it) seems to have eliminated my allergy?
Yes, Pleasant Valley, sounds like that movie Pleasantville. Do you remember chamber pots and the outhouse?
Oh and happy birthday again.
60 days until the first island visit of 2008!
Mark
I think you are my only reader. Thank you.
And we have a cat named Puddy. She's declawed, so our deal is that she identifies the mouse by batting it around and then I do the dirty work with the broom. Funny though, she loses interest after the big squish.
S
Hi Stuart
You have at least one other reader! I recently discovered that you've been writing again (woohoo!) and I reactivated your link on my blog. I stop in every few days to savour your words. Yes, you have a readership. Pressure is on, m'friend. :-)
J.
p.s. PETA sells the best humane mouse traps that we've been able to find. The mice outsmarted every other one we tried. :-)
MICE EVERYWHERE
Only a spider here in Greenboro, so far.
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