Ok..so I have a phobia...critters...I can't stand little critters. They freak me out.
I get up at 4:30 or 5:00 each morning, make a pot of coffee and go on the computer for a while. This morning our cat was in the basement. Nothing new. She hides there all the time. She is a "fraidy" cat...scared of her own shadow. I was sitting here drinking my coffee and heard this loud squeak in the basement. I'm thinking..Dear God, please let there be a squeaky toy down there. I got up and looked down the steps. The cat was just sitting there...ok..I know I heard it. I'm not nuts...LOL Then there was a louder squeak. Uh oh...I knew we don't have squeaky toys. The dog is afraid of them. I looked again. The cat was just sitting there. Finally, there came a blood curdling squeak and I flipped. I peeped again and there sat my cat in the basement with a small gray fur ball by her paws. <<GAG>>
I had to get dressed. I figured I would get dressed and get out my little shovel and get rid of the mouse. It only took five minutes. When I went back down to the basement, there sat the cat but no mouse. I had to leave for work. I was OCD'ing all day to anyone who would listen. I never realized a mouse being mutilated made any noise at all let alone the awful screeching this one did. Then what the heck did the cat do with it? Where would I find it and in what state (body part wise)? I can't deal with critters in my house. Something was in my attic this spring. Never did trap anything. I don't even want to go near the attic now.
Now, the basement...six years I've been here critter-free...
I made my son go down while I was at work. He didn't see anything. I thought, good Lord, the cat ate the mouse. He just went down to take a shower and there was the dead mouse by the washing machine with the cat guarding it. At least she left it down there and didn't bring it upstairs to me as a present.
So, do I get those sticky things and put them down there or just let Mocha, the mouse catcher, do it? I'm really not into finding dead mice all over my basement. BTW: I found out my son is a bigger wuss than me. I'm shocked...LOL...
3 comments:
lol sorry, makes me glad I moved, in out old house we had a nest of birds in the chimmney and every morning I could hear the clawing there way to the top of the chimmney I hated it, even if it was birds, maybe squirrels I don't know we never did see anything coming or going just always heard it.....
Missy
I HATE critters too. Once at our old house there was a mole in the front porch, and I went to put my shoes on because I had a test at school and it ran over my shoe. Can you belive that??????!!!!! I ran in the house closed the door and refused to leave the couch. I missed the test and Spike had a great laugh. Gross. I'm with ya...
-Katie
We had a mouse in the dryer vent once and I told my wife just run the dryer, it'll find its way out or we'll have mouse ribs for supper. Nothin doin, had to take the vent apart, let the mouse into an old aquarium and then release it out side. My wife loves critters as long as she don't have to tuch them.
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