MICE
I hate mice, I hate them more than okra, liver, mondays, snakes,cleaning toilets, taking out the garbage, sushi, mean people, cold days, tax bills, mushrooms, flat tires and 2:00 AM ambulance calls COMBINED. This morning I walked into my kitchen and a FREAKING MOUSE ran between my feet and under the washing machine. I screamed, Doug laughed and the dogs just looked stupid. I am SERIOUSLY considering a cat since the 100+lbs of dog in my house don't seem to be able to scare off the mice. Do cats REALLY catch mice???? |
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Not only do they catch them...mine eat them too. Only problem is they leave parts. You really need a female cat though. They are much better mousers than the boys. A spayed female will stay close to home and catgh your mice...usually they leaave you the dead ones for presents.  |
My dad had a theory that the smell of a cat in the house will keep the mice away. I have had only one mouse in the 4 1/2 years Ainsley & Einstein have been here. So, maybe he's right and the one was just a fluke. 
Of course, that one was a major PITB to catch. I swear I had to fatten him up to make him heavy enough to trip the trap. I used the "live trap" to capture him humanely and then release him. Unfortunately for him, he chose to wait until I was on vacation to trip the trap, so he didn't make it.  |
| Only mice I see at my house are the ones my cats bring in for my daughter. |
| We moved into a old house about 10 years ago - it had just been rehabbed after having been abandoned for a good number of years. We had soooo many mice that first winter that we were seriously considering moving. We bought a big package of exterminator service, and weekly visits from him got us through that first winter. Then we didn't see them all spring....all summer...through nearly all of the fall...but when the cold weather came back, there was the first mouse. At the exact same time (like, the next day!) my neighbor got a cat.
I've never had a mouse in the house since, and I've never had the exterminator back. That cat is still around and has a partner in crime now too. They camp out between our garages...apparently that's good hunting ground. All that said, I still see mice. But, they're dead mice...that the neighbor's cats leave for me as gifts. Placed lovingly on the front porch. They've even walked right up to me and dropped them at my feet before. Those cats know they have a job and they're proud they do it well! |
"Is Ginny talking about us, Spunky?"
"We should escape this joint and go visit her Chunky!" 
{Please note no mice we harmed in making this photo  }
Awww come on Ginny! To know them is to love them! I love mice! Okay that's my two pet mice as with a housefull of cats - none dare come close. |
OMG MARIANNE YOU ALMOST GAVE ME HEART FAILURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 Bad Me! (slaps hands for emphasis)
You gotta admit they look a lot like a mini version of Panda and Merlin. 
Evil Marianne |
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| Those are some big mice Marianne...I thought they were rats. |
I have to admit they're kinda cute.  I just don't want them running around loose in my house spreading disease.
Serious question, are pet mice like this innoculated for diseases? It's safe to handle them? |
| There's just such a big difference between a little white and black cute pet mouse in a cage and a brown, beady-eyed varmint loose in the house!
Plus, your little white mice don't carry hantavirus! |
| i am soo sorry.....
sorry that i laughed so hard that i choked on my coffee.... you really hate sushi? and mushrooms? i would have never guessed. aww..those poor little mousies.....i can say this because i dont have any.....theyre more afraid of you than you are of them |
Darcy wrote: theyre more afraid of you than you are of them
That's what I've heard about snakes, but I'll walk a mile to avoid them. |
| My Pearl, who is soon to be 13 yrs, is a great mouser. She also hunts lizards....and is very good at catching them. I just tell her not to let me see her catch them because it is really gross.
When we lived in Michigan, one day I was sitting out on my deck and enjoying the summer weather. I watched a cat across the street and in the distance catch a snake and had half swollowed it. Yes it was part way sticking out of it's mouth. I was never so grossed out so much in my life. I was so glad the cat/snake where a distance away. They used to tell you to have a good barn mouse, you don't feed them and they will keep your barn cleaned of mice....that is their feed. Pearl has plenty to eat and still goes after the lizards. Good luck with your cat! |
Darcy wrote: i am soo sorry.....
aww..those poor little mousies.....i can say this because i dont have any.....theyre more afraid of you than you are of them No, NO NOOOOOO they aren't!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
| LOL, this is great!
Love your meeces, Marianne.  The kids had pet mice and also pet rats. The rats were actually the best rodent pet we ever had. They were tame and affectionate, just like little dogs! 
We do have mice here too - in the country, on a farm. Can't escape them. Out Tipup is the best mouser. The day Todd brought him home, he had caught a mouse outside in less than 5 minutes! That pretty much guaranteed him a home here forever.
He is a catcher and mauler - he leaves the mangled bodies for us as trophies. In fact, I found a trophy next to my computer chair just last week..... I count myself lucky I didn't step on it in the dark, as I was walking past to let Maggie out of her crate.
(and Judi and Kristine - do you see why I blamed Todd for "losing" my bar jump????)  |
Tasker's Mom wrote: I HATE MICE
I hate mice, I hate them more than okra, liver, mondays, snakes,cleaning toilets, taking out the garbage, sushi, mean people, cold days, tax bills, mushrooms, flat tires and 2:00 AM ambulance calls COMBINED. Wow, we learned a lot about you from this post! What about how you hate Christmas? |
got sheep wrote: LOL, this is great! Love your meeces, Marianne. The kids had pet mice and also pet rats. The rats were actually the best rodent pet we ever had. They were tame and affectionate, just like little dogs! We do have mice here too - in the country, on a farm. Can't escape them. Out Tipup is the best mouser. The day Todd brought him home, he had caught a mouse outside in less than 5 minutes! That pretty much guaranteed him a home here forever. He is a catcher and mauler - he leaves the mangled bodies for us as trophies. In fact, I found a trophy next to my computer chair just last week..... I count myself lucky I didn't step on it in the dark, as I was walking past to let Maggie out of her crate. This is my mouser duo - Tipup the cat, Riley the rat terrier. Tipup is by far the best! (and Judi and Kristine - do you see why I blamed Todd for "losing" my bar jump????) |
| RATS????
you just did me in for the rest of the day  |
barney1 wrote: Tasker's Mom wrote: I HATE MICE I hate mice, I hate them more than okra, liver, mondays, snakes,cleaning toilets, taking out the garbage, sushi, mean people, cold days, tax bills, mushrooms, flat tires and 2:00 AM ambulance calls COMBINED. Wow, we learned a lot about you from this post! What about how you hate Christmas? According to Darcy I can no longer hate Christmas since that is when I found out I was going to be a Grandmother..... we'll see! |
| What's not to like about okra??? It's delicious!!!! |
Beaureguard's Mom wrote: What's not to like about okra??? It's delicious!!!!
shudder I grew up in the south (born in Georgia), Okra was my Mothers FAVORITE FOOD. She REGULARLY made me eat it. To this day the sight of it makes me nauseous. |
Beaureguard's Mom wrote: What's not to like about okra??? It's delicious!!!!
And sushi! And mushrooms! Sheesh, I think she's got more problems than we can help her with. |
rdf wrote: Beaureguard's Mom wrote: What's not to like about okra??? It's delicious!!!! And sushi! And mushrooms! Sheesh, I think she's got more problems than we can help her with. and Ginny just thought this would be a simple post about hating mice |
Well, I'm not a big sushi fan, but I think mushrooms and okra rate pretty high. Fresh okra, lightly breaded & fried...oh baby!! I could eat it til I pop!!  |
| Mmm, I love pickled okra, but that's about it for me. |
I agree...no okra, sushi, or mushrooms...bleah!!!  |
LOVE  Sushi and Mushrooms, never had Okra, but I am definitely with Ginny on hating Mice, Rats and other rodents. |
| I have a friend that had two female pet rats. They actually do make better pets than any other rodents...but the boys look like they are carrying luggage...gross. |
| TMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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| I can't for the life of me imagine getting close enough to a rat to examine the "undercarriage" |
| I'm with you Ginny, 100% when it comes to mice. HATE THEM- HATE THEM - HATE THEM!!!! I almost feel sick when I see them.
OKra- mushrooms and sushi however, rate right up there. But-- I'm still with ya on the mice... |
| LMAO!!! |
| We babysat a pair of rats while some friends went on emergency leave. They were the sweetest things. You could sit in the floor with them, and they would climb up onto your shoulders and ride, they didn't like being in the floor. And they gave kisses, kinda creepy being licked by a rat. Velvet was scared of them at first, but she got to where they would play peekaboo together, very cute. I did quite a bit of research, and rats are less likely to bite than all the other rodent pets. They are very social, like to be with their people, a lot like creepy little dogs, lol. I will admit they are slightly creepy, but very sweet. |
| ((((((((((SHUDDER))))))))
if you say so...... |
| this thread is just toooo gross.............
(except I love mushrooms and the only raw fish I'll eat is gravlox.......which I just made......yummy. ) |
| I'm having so much fun reading this thread! I wonder what Boni would do when he sees a mouse - he herds ants and big bugs - I know Lumpi can catch them and bring them to me proudly. He brings me everything he catches or finds (dead fish, dead squirrels, etc.) GROSS!!! |
| We have mice....sigh.....Living in the country with a cat-hating husband, we put up with it.....I find them very creepy.....and would deal with a snake over a house mouse any day.
But the cute, domestic white mice do not count..They are adorable, and I have no problem with them... I might be able to convince hubby to get a cat, if I could figure out some way to deal with the whole kitty litter thing that did not involve me doing any more work! Bosley is afraid of bunnies, so I imagine it would be the same with mice....Dixie, on the other hand, catches moles and birds and eats them, so she might be helping to keep our mice population down... |
| My furkids and I always have "that talk" you know..everyone is a friend.
Sometimes the kitties do drag something in and I immediately know as they always do their "prey cry" when entering the cat door. Racing down the stairs with a towel in hand...I save the creature. As a result, Daisy, who was born in a barn and has the most feral instinct of the cats now brings me in pinecones..same prey cry..but I always give her a pat and make a big deal out of her hunting skills. I love arriving home to find a little pile of pinecones awaiting at the door for me! Cats sit with bunnies, dogs too, even the cats sit with Guinea pigs! Here's Squeak asking Tasha if she's her mom and Tasha's reaction. (not photoshopped!) 
Okay so where do you want me to massage you next? 
What people? You expect our siblings to try to eat us or something? 
Ginny how do you feel about Guinea pigs? You don't view them as giant mice do you? Muuuuuhaaaaaaaaa (evil laughter)
Marianne |
Bosley's mom wrote: I might be able to convince hubby to get a cat, if I could figure out some way to deal with the whole kitty litter thing that did not involve me doing any more work!
Actaully, that is my only objection to cats. I can't imagine trying to keep the boys out of the litter box. And I don't like the smell of cat boxes. Marianne, you are just too mcuh!!!! |
| Ginny's nightmare:
2:30 AM on a full-moon Christmas Eve she gets an ambulance call. A car has run off the road into a field of thick grass. Turns out the car has an 8 foot Boa, and a month's supply of food (rats), all of whom seem to be protecting the human occupant. Unfortunately, the fire department is busy with lots of christmas tree fires and can't come to help, and the driver is bleeding from a gash to the forehead. Of course after she has "done her duty" and bravely tended to the poor victim, she gets back to the fire station and doffs her gear, and a field mouse jumps out and scurries away under her desk. Over the course of the next few weeks, she dutifully checks her boots before pulling them on for fear of gags played by the guys. One day.... |
| You truly do not hate mice until you step on one as you are getting out of bed in the morning. YUk does not exspress the emotion that I felt. I recomend sonic mouse repelent. I understand your distress. I lived in my house for over 20 years before I got rid of them. It took changing my habits with storage, two cats in the house and a cople neighbors outside, and sonic mouse repellent and two years to get rid of them. My whole meighborhood was under siege so it was a bit difficult. I am sure you will have faster results. You maight think of mading friends with a terrier owner, they are great mousers. |
Quote: You truly do not hate mice until you step on one as you are getting out of bed in the morning.
Blood curling scream..........friend Barbara carrying food tray steps down cabin steps into a garter snake orgy (sex time)......snakes curling around her leg. Mouse is cute but gives me willies, snake puts me into catatonic state. |
| I love all creatures! (although their are some humans I can do without ) Mice are entitled to their place in the world just like people.
I once had a feeder mouse for a pet. I rescued him from a classroom on the last day of school (he was destined for the snake cage in the pet shop) We had him for 3 or 4 years till he passed naturally. He was my husband's best friend. When I would go to the shore w/ the doggies he kept my husband company .
The house I grew up in always had mice in the attic. My dad would set traps or put "mouse knots" around to poison them. The "mouse knots" cause a very cruel death  . It was very traumatic to me.
Anyway, the house belongs to me now. We hadn't been there for a few weeks. Last week we went there. I walked into the kitchen & flipped on the overhead fluorescent light. Inside the cover of the light was a dead mouse.
I was sad thinking of how the mouse must have suffered up there & probably starved to death If I had been there I could have saved him 
I LOVE MICE!!! I also, love mushrooms |
| VERY FUNNY RON!!!
What is even funnier is I am reading this at the Fire House (it's my long weekend) having JUST gotten back from an MVC with a car in a field.....NO SNAKES OR RATS however!!!!!!!!!!!! Some years ago I was awakened from a sound sleep by an indistinguishable noise. I reached over to turn the bed side light on and there on the night stand nose to nose with me was a MOUSE |
| I don't mind mice although I would rather not have them in the house. My neighbor is terrified of them and it seems as though they are getting into her house all of the time and of course I torment her about it. I was outside talking to her one day when I saw this mouse run right behind her. I kind of gasped but didn't say anything. She could tell by the expression on my face that something was bad so I ended up telling her. She ran away screaming.
Also another night recently she & her husband awoke to their Miniature Pincher hovering over a dead mouse in their bedroom. The night before, she had a dream that a mouse was running along her head board.
There are little humane traps you can buy. They are about the size of a book and you open it up & put the bait in. The mouse can go in, but not out. Then just have Doug take somewhere when you catch it. It's not the mouse's fault that he's in your house, it just wants to be warm... Marianne wrote: As a result, Daisy, who was born in a barn and has the most feral instinct of the cats now brings me in pinecones..same prey cry..but I always give her a pat and make a big deal out of her hunting skills.
I love arriving home to find a little pile of pinecones awaiting at the door for me! Marianne, can you come over and teach my cat how to do this. We get gifts on our doormat every year. Luckily it's slowed down as our cat has aged. Sadly, it's mostly baby bunnies.... |
| I HATE MICE TOO~ those sonic things really work....I had wanted a cat, was told nope. So I got those sonic things, no more mice.
Now where I live we have a cat, there were mice when we move in but not anymore, I think they smell the cat and just wont come in. But on the other hand in the ceiling of this place is something BIG that lives in there. We told the landlady but she doesnt seem to care, and since we are moving in 3 weeks...we dont either but it sure is creepy at night hearing something in the attic and knowing its not something good. I hated mushrooms too....that is until Stacey made them for me and now I love them (but only the ones she makes) |
| i am not afraid of mice...i am afraid and creeped out by palmetto bugs (super sized large FLYING cockroaches)...heres my tale....
7ral yrs ago...living in my cute old one bedroom apt...built in the 1920's...late september...cool at night but warm during the day....windows open (with screens..but small crack seams around the screen).... go out on a date...a lovely date...dreamy expression coming home from the date...a nice kiss at the door...close the door, lean against the door smile...(you know that kind of date...).. anyway...get ready for bed...kind of floating on air as i take makeup off etc....turn on ossalating fan across from bed...crawl in bed, turn off lamp and go to sweet dream land to dream of prince charming..... i wake up a few hours later to a feeling of something ''crawling'' over my outstretched hand....i hadnt taken off my ring, so even though my eyes went WIDE open, i calmly thought...okay its a piece of my hair caught in the ring...reach over and touch the ring with my other hand...no stray hair....
calmly sit up and turn on lamp...look around...see NOTHING... ...calmly FLING back sheets....and see a COCKROACH, a BIG friggin' cockroach, crawling around my feet.....
I scramble to the top of the bed and let out a blood curdling scream...i mean a scream to wake the dead....my next door neighbor starts screaming thru the walls..''are you okay??? Darcy, are you okay???" all i could do was SCREAM.... all of a sudden, my front door is kicked in, Tim comes running in with a GUN, looking for an intruder....my house alarm is going off....the cops come.....
Sigh...Tim kills the cockroach...with tissue (not the gun), the police leave, i sleep the rest of the night on my couch...the landlord (thank GOD he was a close friend) bought me a new front door AND a monthly exterminator ......
oh and the guy.....he turned out to be a cheating loser butthead..... so, you see, id rather see a furry mouse any day over something that will rule the world one day..... |
| That is the most humourous and yet largely unfortunate thing I have read in a long time. I espeically like the "..." for dramatic pause. I had to read it out loud to my fiance because I apprciated the writing so much. Thank you, Darcy, and I hope that never, ever happens to anyone ever.
Gross. As for the mice? Yes, cats work. In my experience, anyway. I also killed one with a litter box once. Long story. |
| OMG Darcy.... lmao |
| Darcy, I am totally with you on the large creepy insect thing!!
Anything bigger than a June bug, and I am freaked out. My skin is just crawling thinking about something as large as a flying cockroach... BTW - you will NOT find those in Minnesota!! |
| I lived in an apartment on the 10th floor in Hollywood with a boyfriend for 6 months. We had the biggest German cockroaches you ever saw...and they had wings too. I remember stepping out of the shower and seeing something out of the corner of my eye, so I got out real fast. I was a huge cockroach...probably there since the building was. Everytime they sprayed on one floor, they would move to the next. Yuk.
The weirdest thing was the bat we found in our bathtub...like an ugly mouse with wings. I thought a bird had gotten in...but it was a bat. We caught in a plastic container...with lid...and let it go on the lobby steps. Talk about a freaky thing to find in your tub!!! |
| Darcy, your experience forces me to share...
In my teen years my summer job was working in the army mess halls...which involved an early shift where I had to get up at 4:00 AM to make it there in time. One morning I was getting dressed in the dark, so as not to wake up my 4 sisters who shared the attic with me. I pulled on my skin tight bell bottom jeans, and suddenly felt somethig crawling up my thigh. I can still remember the exact place where IT was. With absolutely no time to get my tight jeans off in a hurry I grabbed the lump through the denim and squeezed it until it crunched... All the time I am jumping up and down involuntarily and trying desparately not to scream!
Once it crunched I pulled my jeans off, gave them a big shake to get rid of whatever it was, and raced downstairs..I was shaking like a leaf... To this day my pants are either all hung up, or they get a good shake before I put them on. |
| You guys are all giving me the HEEBIE JEEBIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
| I've enjoyed reading the stories! Darcy yours was hilarious!
Sue, luv you! As I'm one of those people that catch bugs and place them outside. I once did bug counts (Lady Beetles) for the Canadian Wildlife federation (another long story) when I spent a lot of time in my garden. I learned to appreciate all those creepy crawlies and don't mind them. VerveUp - Now about Daisy..... I think my son and I scared the wits out of her and probably traumatized that poor kitty so that in her crazed mind she sought out pinecones. All my cats wear bells to warn little creatures of their presence. My story: For some inexplicable reason when she was around 6, Daisy decided to drag in those giant nightcrawlers in the evenings. For those of you that don't know what they are...they are HUMONGOUS GIANT EARTHWORMS. Normally not squimish about them, as afterall I'm a gardener, and encourage earthworms in my garden and compost. Still, I never had one in my front hallway crawling around. My son and I hear Daisy with her prey cry and we both rush down the stairs. At our feet is this ....this......thing! EWWWW It looks like a worm that's taking steroids! HUGE! I race to grab a tissue to pick it up but now it's already slithered across the floor near the floor boards. It's sticky to the floors and when I pull...it's body breaks in half.. 1/2 underneath the boards. OMG!! I scream, my son screams and Daisy totally freaks out ....her worm catching days were over! Another story: It's the wee hours of the morning..aprox 3 am and I instantly bolt out of bed as I hear that prey cry. For those of you without cats it's a long wail that cats always make when they've caught something. Normally the cat door is locked in the evenings but I've neglected to do that that time. My body must be tuned to those cries because I bolt out of bed, grab a towel and race down the stairs. Merlin, Panda, Blue rouse from their sleep. The sound brings the other 3 cats. I glance at this fuzzy brown thing that's near the bottom of the steps. What the heck is it? Not a mouse. I realize it's a mole! A mole! I hadn't seen one since I was a kid. I reach down with the towel to pick it up and the thing hisses!!! Yikes! Moles hiss? What if it bites? Do moles bite? Has anyone gone to the hospital with a mole bite before? So the three dogs and four cats and I gaze down at this little creature and they all seem to be thinking, "so whaddya gonna do with it mom?" "Eat it or keep it?". There is a box at the bottom of the stairs and while trying to protect the little thing from the others , I try to snag it with my big toe. No easy feat surrounded by all those furballs at 3 am! Imagine 3 dogs, 4 cats, 1 Mole and a human sitting squished together on steps. I finally place the little thing in the box, lock the cat door so they can't follow and release the creature in my garden. ...Yes that's right...in my garden. A mole in my garden! Ah well it was 3 am and I wasn't thinking straight. I shoulda released it in my neighbor's garden.
That was the end of Daisy's mole catching days..she's stuck to pinecones. Marianne |
| Marianne have you seen the mole since?
I don't know if they bite either. I had one in my yard before we put the fence up. Haven't seen him/her since. Nicole, I had the very same experience w/ very tight bell bottom jeans. Only difference I was on a date & riding in my date's car. When I first felt the bug i grabbed it through the pants (it was just approaching my thigh). I didn't mean to squish it but I did oops! I quietly asked my date to pull over (I am not a screamer). I jumped out of the car & dropped my pants
Good thing I was wearing respectable underpants
Got back in the car & nothing was said. Date went nicely no mention of my pants dropping |
Oh mousies! I have all the compasison in the world for them because they are warm blooded and furry! My absolute horor are cockroaches and ants! Yuck!!! When I lived in Bermuda, the cockroaches were everywhere.  To get rid of them , you had to apply enough poison for 500 humans!! I was very happy to get back to Canada where the mice were the worst hazards to the household!  I still remember waking up because a cockroach was hopping over my sleeping form!!! |
| OMG You are ALL tooooo funny.
Antoinette |
| Darcy this is HILARIOUS!!!!!!! Sorry, I know it must have been an awful night for you. I could hardly read it now, I had tears in my eyes! |
Tasker's Mom wrote: I can't for the life of me imagine getting close enough to a rat to examine the "undercarriage"
You don't need to get close enough, you can see "them" before anything else on a rat no matter what angle or distance you are viewing them from. I had a pet rat in college. I worked in a psychology lab where we did operant training with rats. Well, I did my training with my rat and then decided to keep it. She was super smart so she did a lot of demos for the lab. She'd even sit on my shoulder when I was teaching or helping people. Most people didn't even notice she was there, even though she was pure white and I had huge black hair! You weren't supposed to name your rat so I didn't but everyone came to know her as Damnit because she loved to chew on earrings and crawly on top of your head so every so often you'd hear, "Damnit stop it. Damnit get down." Oh and I had a really bold mouse in my house one time. He'd run into the middle of the living room and sit there and look at you! Cheeky bastard! I had a cat at the point and he didn't do a thing about it. I used to pick up the cat and toss him toward the mouse but nothing. Oh, one more totally gross mouse story! When I was in junior high, they needed someone to take the mice home from science class for winter break. So I offered to do it. They put them in their little glass case and sent them home with me. I wake up in the middle of the night to hear them eating each other!!! My mother who was less than thrilled with the whole idea of domesticated rodents to begin with was horrified to get the 3 am wake up news of mice eating each other so she made me take care of them all on their own. I called the science teacher then next day and you know what he said? Oh already? It happens a lot when you change their environment. Wouldn't you think that info would be useful before making the decision to take the stupid mice home? |
| Mandy that is AWFUL.
Well I returned home this morning after a 48 hour amb shift to walk in and find the DAMN MOUSE sitting on my counter looking ar me as if to say "HOME ALREADY?" GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR This means war. We went to AGWAY and bought 6 (more) mousetraps. |
| Try peanut butter in the traps or hot glue a peanut to it. It works pretty good. First time we did that we caught 3 at once. I don't mind pet mice either...but field mice are vermin. |
| OMG, sooooo funny, I had to stop reading and pee halfways through all the posts. When we lived in Fort Stewart, GA, that was the first place I ever saw the palmetto bugs, I just mushed them when they were in the house, but my neighbor would call me to come remove hers even when they werer dead. It was really weird to sit outside at night, you could HEAR them scurrying around, there were soooo many of them. While we were home at Christmas, Velvet caught a mouse at my parents house while they were babysitting her. Mom found it under the couch a week or so ago, I guess she didn't kill it before releasing it, just injured it, lol. Let's see, oh yes, I found a huge newly hatched locust in Korea while we were living there, and of course picked it up, my husband's platoon (all big strong army infantrymen) ran away screaming like girls while I chased them around, big babies! Here we have armadillos, which occasionally come up to the fence at night, one of which tried to dig under my house, but anyways, if George goes outside and sees them, he freaks out, barking and running like something is going to get him, lol. I want to catch one............hubby wants one too, lol. I really want a chinchilla, but the cage would be so big, and usually the ones you see aren't properly socialized and therefore evil little buggers. May be buying a hamster or such this summer for our son's birthday, dunno. I prefer the rat, but hubby says thats just a little too weird. Party pooper. Lol. Keep the funny stories coming!!!!!! |
Tasker's Mom wrote: Well I returned home this morning after a 48 hour amb shift to walk in and find the DAMN MOUSE sitting on my counter looking ar me as if to say "HOME ALREADY?"
This means war. The next time Ginny came home from work, she found the words "RED RUM" scratched into her kitchen cabinets... |
Ron wrote: The next time Ginny came home from work, she found the words "RED RUM" scratched into her kitchen cabinets...
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| The only thing getting murdered in my house is the FREAKIN MOUSE |
| I seem to get at least one mouse in my house every winter. I put out a general warning to all mice to vacate the premises and then I set the trap. Those who get caught brought it upon themselves!!! |
| We have mice sometimes, and I have boys They just love to use my camera, take a look at the picture I found on my camera. The picture is gross!! But the boys just loved it
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y79/an ... G_3168.jpg |
| Oh MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
We woke in the middle of the night last night to the sound of a trap snapping, both dogs when nuts, great chaos ensued......... Doug got up to investigate and discovered the trap snapped, no mouse, and all the bait gone. I'm liking the idea of hot glueing a peanut to the trap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
| These posts are absolutely hilarious!!!! I have taken the liberty of printing Darcy's post and I will be sharing it with some of my classes this week - of course just to demonstrate the flow of a story, not to encourage wild classroom laughter . . . Maybe we'll set it to music . . .
The scariest thing that ever happened to me was when I was newly married and living in Iowa in a basement appt. If you've never heard of a basement appt you need to go to the midwest. They're probably huge fire hazards but they are cheap and available to poor college students.
Creppy crawlies LOVE to hang out in basements - and we saw our fair share of bugs in the apartment. None of them bothered me until the day I felt something move on my bathrobe, looked, saw nothing, and calmly looked into the mirror to dry my hair again. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH - this scream was not only loud, it was high pitched, woke my new husband up from a dead sleep, and probably scared the crap out of our landlords (don't forget the lived just up the styrophome-blocked-off staircase) - but it was deserving. There was at least a FOUR-INCH crawling centipede of some kind ON MY BATHROBE, skittering up and down. . . I don't remember what happened to that creature, except for the fact I threw the bathrobe off as fast as I could and couldn't convince Ian (who actually thought I had seen a mouse) about this huge crawly thing until he caught sight of it with his own eyes. I don't really know what it was doing in a basement in IA, but this link gives you an idea about what it looked like: http://www.animalport.com/animals/Centipedes.html |
| The hot glueing of peanuts really works. They have to gnaw on it...so they always set the trap off. Been sucessful every time. Good luck. |
| Great story Darcy...... PALMETTO BUGS, my (very southern) Mom always insisted on calling them Palmetto Bugs (said with a heavy southern accent) instead of cockroaches, as if it gave them more class.
When I was in 5th grade we lived for a year in South Miami. Palmetto bugs were rampant, despite a monthly exterminator. I hated them. Every night before bed I would have to whisk the covers back and inspect every inch of the bedding to make sure there were none snuggled in for the night. I shared a room with my sister who dreaded the nightly ritual because she knew that if I discovered a palmetto bug that I would insist on sleeping with the lights on. Even worse would be one skittering across the floor. I remember one night we were getting ready for bed and my sister spotted a palmetto bug. Not wanting me to know it was there (and not wanting to deal with my hysteria) she casually dropped a magazine on it and stepped on it. Unfortunately when a Palmetto bug is squished there is an ummistakable pop as the shell bursts. I heard it and starting screaming. We slept with the lights on. |
| Emily....you should use your own story....its just as poetic
NOW, everyone tells me their stories...at least they all have the same hysterical theme..... Ginny, i think were soul sisters..at least regarding the cockroaches....id sleep with the lights on too.... oh and i call them palmetto bugs because to me cockroaches are those small crazy german ones that you cant get rid of, that are all over your kitchen.......palmetto bugs are an outside bug that gets inside by accident.. |
| Wait until you see a German cockroach the size of a palmetto bug...talk about gross. That is what we had in that Hollywood Apt...and they fly!!! |
| Centipedes are creepy.......even I, the cockroach wrangler, get squeemish when I see the 'pedes.
When I worked for NMSU we had an insect petting zoo at the state fair. Another Susan and I were in charge of procuring and housing a vast array of arthropods. We got handy at raising rather expensive insects.....like the giant Madagascar hissing cockroach (the move cockroach) not that we did much other than keep them clean and well fed. They handled the rest. Once in awhile one of our charges would escape and head to the office next door. When I saw a neighbor standing at our office door looking.......distressed, I'd grab a jar and go capture our missing "child". One day he looked at the jar and said, "I think you'll need a bigger jar." This peaked my curiosity, hoping it wasn't a mouse or reptile.......which will send me screaming from the building. Nope it was one of our giant scorpions. Even I did a little gulp as I knew the way to grab him was by the "tail" so he couldn't sting me. I earned a lot of "respect" carrying out that "killer." My favorites were the tarantulas......such docile and beautiful creatures...and also in love with the offices next door. (I think the cleaning people were letting the kids loose at night) |
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| I tried hot-gluing a peanut in the trap, but it kept snapping my fingers... |
| hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
that would be MY luck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
| Ginny i found this for you...
if you catch the mouse...you can do this.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAn-SIhscmw&NR=1 |
| noooooooooooooooooooooo i don't think so. |
| How stupid was that...hamsters are worse than mice...they fly at you like the killer rabbit in Monty Python...and bite! |
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