From Inmates to Playdates

Before we left for our two-week vacation in New Hampshire, I thought it would be a good idea to wash my kitchen cabinets and counter tops off. I was armed with Clorox Kitchen cleaner, a magic eraser, and motivation. The latter always makes a job like that more thrilling.

As I was wiping, swiping and repeating, I noticed something peculiar in our snack basket.

The giant Hershey bar given to my boys at a recent Doctor visit had gnaw marks on it that were NOT the gnaw marks of a human.

Oh snap.

My mind started to race and I immediately dumped everything that was in the basket into the trash.

And then it dawned on me that a stinky, nasty mouse had been in one of my beloved Longaberger baskets.

Sweet mercy. It was all I could do to breathe.

I threw away most everything in my kitchen and refrigerator that day.

Then, I remembered that a mouse had been in my Longaberger snack basket and I went from grossed out to furious.

I might have murmured something like, “Oh no, he didn’t”  as if somehow I knew our pesky intruder was a male.

Doesn’t this rodent know I have a majorette rifle beside my bed?

A majorette rifle that I AM NOT afraid to use.

Even on a six-inch mouse.

Barbaric? Yes, maybe. But totally true.

Did I mention the mouse was in my Longaberger basket?

I continued on with my cleaning and silently thanked God that I had not seen the varmint with my own eyes.

Because I probably would have squealed so loud the thing would have a heart attack right in my kitchen.

Fast forward to last Sunday evening.

In preparation of having my carpets cleaned the following morning, I was clearing out all of the ’sitting around on the floor’ stuff and I noticed a hole in one of our bedroom walls just above the baseboard. It was a little larger than a dime.

Seriously, it was the size a little larger than a dime BUT, there was three little mouse droppings black something or other on the carpet just in front of the hole.

YOUHAVEGOTTOBEFREAKINKIDDINGME.

When McDaddy left for this six-month deployment, I formulated a plan in my head to protect my children in the event that an unwelcome visitor was found in my home without permission or an invitation. Basically the plan was 1) Grab majorette rifle, 2) Bust intruder upside the head as hard as I could, and 3) Scream like a crazy person.

I was sure it would work.

I could picture these rats this mouse and all of his buddies partying like rock stars at all hours of the night, IN MY HOME MIND YOU, while me and my sweet boys slept the night away in our beds. I thought about my fail-proof plan and then immediately called for my dad to COME OVER RIGHT AWAY AND SET TRAPS TO GET RID OF THIS RAT!

He came armed with two traps and just like that he had the suckers in place and ready for the trapping kill.

Remember, I do not play when it comes to rodents in my house.

After a lengthy conversation with my boys about how and why the mouse traps are needed and why they should not touch them no matter what, I was questioned about their friends Mickey Mouse and Jerry the Mouse.

As I type this, one of the traps is sitting on my kitchen counter JUST INCHES FROM one of my beloved Longaberger baskets and the other is just outside of the dime-size hole in the wall.

I tried to explain to my daddy, that I have first-hand knowlege that this intruder prefers chocolate (we’d probably get along great if he wasn’t a mouse!), so I’m not certain the cheese will do the trick. What I do know is that I will never again leave a giant-size hershey bar in the snack basket because the mice? They love some Hersheys.

And I will make for darn sure that the majorette rifle is beside of my bed for easy access, you know, for protection.

I’m hoping the mouse trap and the cheese will work for me!

Stay Tuned….

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