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You have a rodent infestation, shall I terminate?
07/15/09 · Filed in Daily Grind
(To quote the awesome armed-and-dangerous Ironhide from Transformers.)
I woke up this morning in a good mood. One of only two days a week that Josh and I have off work together. So what do we like to do on Wednesdays with all of our spare time? Not a damned thing!
However, when I ventured into the kitchen to make some grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch, I noticed something peculiar on top of the microwave – where I left the bread the night before. Little specks of some kind of clear material scattered about. A thorough inspection of the bread confirmed – a little mouse helped himself to my not-very-cheap Sara Lee 100% Honey Wheat bread during the night – and didn’t even have the manners to clean up after himself.
We’ve had problems with mice in the past, but I thought we were finally rid of them of good, since I hadn’t been finding any traces of them. But even so, I take precautions just in case and began keeping all bread products in the microwave – away from little disgusting rodent teeth. Let me tell you, it can really be a pain in the ass. Cramming bread, buns, tortillas, dinner rolls, etc. all in the microwave to keep them safe, only to take each of them out just to warm up a bowl of soup. That’s how much my EXPENSIVE, DELICIOUS BREAD MEANS TO ME. Oddly, they never seem to notice the cheap, crappy store brand bread I buy every now and then. Go figure.
So what happens the one single night that I leave the bread out? Cinderelly’s mice decided to have the feast of champions. Or should I say, the last supper, because now I am the fairy godmother of death, harbinger of doom! And stay out of my pumpkin carriage! …What? (I should watch Cinderella again, to get my metaphors straight.)
No grilled cheese sandwiches + tainted bread + roaming, pilfering rodents = one angry lady. And a sad husband, who was looking forward to the melty, cheesy deliciousness. Our day of nothingness turned into a trip to Wal-Mart for more bread and other odds and ends. Because you simply can’t go to Wal-Mart to get only one thing. We can’t, at least. We also ended up with a box of cereal, doughnut holes, glue traps, and a bookcase. Figure that one out.
The glue traps are set, ready and waiting for any unsuspecting critter that dares to venture into my kitchen. Not the most humane way of going about things, but I really don’t have any sympathy or good feelings toward mice. I’m sure they serve a purpose somewhere on this earth, but once they cross the line into enemy territory, it’s fair game.
I’m off to admire our bookcase.
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We use the glue traps too but my dad likes to drown them once we catch them.
Once I went to throw one in the bushes and I managed to have it bite my finger. OMG OWWW.
And I also cannot go into Walmart and buy 1 thing, especially a super center.
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Aw, I’m sorry you had problems with little mice. We had that problem once. We used the little glue traps and let them go outside in the bushes.
I am with you on the Wal*Mart thing. I bring Josh with me now so that he gets angry and impatient and we leave after a while so I don’t buy the store.
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Ugh. I really despise mice.
I had that problem before and I had to put certain things on top of the refrigerator because they couldn’t get up there.
I eventually had an exterminator come out and handle the problem.
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Hahaha, I loved this story, especially the part about the book case. Didn’t see that one coming! ;)
Sorry about the mice, though. I’m terrified even of larger insects coming into my apartment, let alone actual animals! BAH.
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We don’t go for glue traps, we use the metal traps of death! I couldn’t trap a live mouse and then set him free…my luck, he’d come right back in the house. And you’re not the only one who can’t go to Wal-Mart for just one thing!
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LOL! Oh those poor mice don’t know what they have in store for them. I must admit, someone who shares my admiration for bread and the fact that it’s expensive makes my heart warm with joy. Hopefully the mice should fall under your wrath and they will leave you be.
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