February 6, 2009

Of Mice and (Wo)Men

"Pest Control Lax" blared the headline today in my paper. Yeah, no kidding.

For the second night in a row, I've had to toss a mouse out of my house. I am not happy. I don't know where they're coming from, but I do know they're ending up in our bedroom, at night, putting on a show for the cats. These are not beleaguered varmints - they are chubby and healthy, and relatively happy until they realize they have been treed under a dresser, and there is a giant No Frills bag heading for them.

There is no evidence of them anywhere. There is no mice poop anywhere, no open food bags, nothing. My sister suggested perhaps they were descending from the attic somehow. I asked the Poor Sod if that were possible. "Not unless they're parachuting in," he replied. This visual was the only smiley point in my day, so far.

Yesterday, I stumbled upon this picture up top. It cracked me up, so to speak. I've been making the kids funny shaped pancakes for years - I am quite proficient at doing teddy bears and cats. And now, I would like to be able to make eggs shaped like this.

But, in one of those little life moments that serve as reminders that you enjoy frivolity at a cost, I used my new camera (didja notice the Olympus link? Sponsor on board - wonderful camera I really need to figure out...but prepare for pictures of everything from now on...) to take a photo of my dead midnight invader. I will figure out how to put the picture here later, perhaps with a wee black bar across his eyes so as not to alarm any family not yet notified. It is very sad. But, before you call the Mouse's Aid Society, this particular mouse was not quite right when he went outside. He was moving very slowly, and though I don't think the cats had got to him, I think they may have scared him half to death. Which means I finished him off. But I didn't know what to do, and I've heard freezing to death, especially in a few seconds, isn't such a bad way to go.

Certainly better than being poached.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sleeping at Loblaws in T.O. are you??? Mice can be nasty little devils if they put their mind too it. NO poop around or is it mixed in with the cake decorating materials? Yuck!!! Ah, you don't bake, right? We're safe...


February 06, 2009 1:34 PM  
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February 06, 2009 4:32 PM  
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February 06, 2009 4:34 PM  
Blogger DJW said...

If the mice are still coming in with the smell of the cats, they are indeed brave.

Having said that, we recently fired a cat for not mousing.

As I sat here during a thunderstorm, the dog protecting my feet, the cat staring out the window and blaming me for the weather, I heard munching at the pet food bowl.

The chubby little guy looked at me and said, "Thanks. Any gravy?"

The dog shrieked and jumped on my lap.

The cat looked and said, "Cute, now make the rain stop."

We got a new kitten the next day, and the old cat left disgusted.

If you find a way to keep mice out, let me know.

If you find an effective squirrel repellent, I'd be eternally grateful


(I deleted the last comment because someone forgot to proofread it)

February 06, 2009 4:34 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

Mice are a part of (country) life. You'd think that in a house with five cats, mice would not be a problem. Assuming a mouse were to survive, you might be correct. Our guys have a take-no-prisoners policy. I have witnessed shark-like feeding frenzies when a mouse has been given the William Wallace treatment by more than one feline - and no, they did not squeek out anything close to "FREEDOM!". All I ask is that one of these little beasties be allowed to escape so they can then tell the other meeces in the area of the dangers lurking at number 84. Is that too much to ask? The worst offender/best mouser? Our sole female. Her name? Xena. She relishes the heads of small rodents... a delicacy, perhaps?

February 06, 2009 5:12 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey...you added a picture all by yourself. Guess you don't need me anymore...

February 06, 2009 8:02 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Not quite. I didn't add the pic of the dead mouse from my camera...keep sending the bills.

Though I might figure it out by tomorrow, which will make a nice juxtaposition with the egg.

We just set traps all over the house, and tossed poison in the attic. Y'all should ask Arlene to post the email she sent me...she promised to tell me the story of a mouse in her dishwasher...ick.

February 06, 2009 8:45 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Speaking of mice, cats and pictures...do you want my shot of the mouse with giant ears on top of the burtains at the cottage?


February 09, 2009 8:55 AM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Yes! I love the pic of the mouse on the burtains! Fire it over and I'll post it...

February 09, 2009 9:03 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

speaking of which. I think we need new burtains.


February 09, 2009 11:28 AM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

A slippery slope... you may find that the spedbread may have to change, too...!

February 09, 2009 1:14 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I should know better than to try my two cents worth....grrrrrrr...

February 09, 2009 8:11 PM  
Blogger DJW said...

another one who didn't proofreed

February 09, 2009 8:35 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

Welcome back, Gill.

We've missed your contributions!

February 10, 2009 7:54 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

after some ambitious critters got into our camping trailer I too needed new burtains!
and I have had to fire my speelchecker


February 10, 2009 11:00 AM  

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