No photos here. I was too scared to take any.
We have mice. A LOT of mice. We discovered some droppings in our front coat closet last week and cleaned it out that night. Well, yesterday I spotted tons of droppings. It seemed like everywhere I turned there were more signs of mice--
Our nightstand drawer (next to Doug's head where we sleep)...creepy!
Ethan and Sydney's old dresser that will be used for baby #3. Their old clothes were in there still.
Under the kitchen sink
In a linen closet under a container of crayons I pulled out to make valentines
All in one day!
I found by nap time I was screaming at Ethan and Sydney for anything they were doing. I lost it when I saw that they had gotten into their old dresser and were wearing clothes from those drawers! I called Doug. I couldn't figure out why I was being so impatient with them and knew I was just blowing things out of proportion a bit. I wondered if it was them, or me being pregnant, but then realized later it was the anxiety I had over the MICE!
Doug came home and was my knight in shining armor. I am paralyzed by mice. It's embarrassing. Doug cleaned up all the mess and it took him several hours. He said they had nested in our nightstand drawer in an old homemade hot pack filled with corn. It was a food supply and a bed! Yuck. He put out poison and glue boards and I was amazed that I could actually sleep.
I had big plans for this morning, Valentines Day. I made a pancake breakfast (Doug had to leave too early to enjoy it) and ate with E&S. I then told them I would watch a movie WITH them...a big luxury. I usually use their time watching a movie for me to workout, shower, or make dinner. During the Lion King, I heard a mouse squeal, almost scream, and thrash around. My heard stopped and I tried to figure out where the sound was coming from. I finally realized it was the kitchen and knew I had just seen an empty glue board in that cupboard 30 minutes ago. I died.
I called my sister, Tiffany, who told me to come over. I was embarrassed to admit that I had not showered and was not even fully dressed...this meant running back to my room (the mice lair) and getting dressed, putting on shoes, and getting shoes on E&S. It seemed too much. I was tempted to sit on the couch all day and not leave. Ethan then asked me for a drink of water and I told him, "not right now." His water bottle was the in the KITCHEN! He whined and said he was thirsty and I told him, "in a minute."
I realized I couldn't stay on the couch because they would eventually need food. I could still hear it screaming and thrashing around. It would stop for a few minutes and then freak out again. I thought I would throw up. Tiffany said, "just turn on some music so you can't hear it, run fast and get out of there!" I hung up and spent a few minutes mustering up the courage. E&S were oblivious, thank goodness. They were enjoying "Hakuna Matata" or something.
I was out of the house in a matter of minutes and my mom agreed to dispose of the mouse just after 2 pm. I arrived home at 2 pm and E&S wanted a snack and ran around the kitchen like a crazy lady for about 15 minutes until my mom arrived. My body immediately relaxed when I saw her pull into the driveway. Pretty sure my nervous system was a wreck after living in 'fight or flight' for 24 hours. My mom took care of the mouse (which was still alive squealing and dragging the glue board around the cupboard). Only it's tail and hind legs were on the trap so I am told. I didn't even look. My mom put some poison under the cupboard, cleaned out my dryer vent that led outside because it was stuck open due to lint that must have been there for a while. She was amazing. My mom has guts like no one I've seen. Thanks mom for coming to my rescue.
Happy Valentines day mr. mouse.