I was putting the wrap on last night when the sound of Toby
attacking the coat tree to have Tom’s hat for his own came from the living
room. Turning on lights as I went,
instead I found Ryon’s great behind sticking out of the waving stand of
walking sticks crashing and clattering over his head.
“Get out of there!”
He backed out immediately, pursuing a very small mouse that moved along
the wall’s edge like a wind-up toy, no visible legs. I cursed quietly, not to wake up sleeping
girls, and headed for the kitchen for a towel to drop over the little
fellow. Taking mental cat inventory,
Purrl was out all evening, so I didn’t have him to blame. There would be only two cats and me after
this mouse.
The nimble left this grandma long ago; I could not move
furniture or myself fast enough, or elbow two cats out of the way soon enough
to capture a very young mouse that already knew rule one of houses: hug the wall.
Twenty minutes in I wished for Purrl, who knows exactly how to dispatch
a varmint. These two house softies were all wound up with a magnificent toy.
In the end I left the mouse to his own devices and went to
bed. It was midnight. At six I woke up and saw Emily in the hall. Behaving the good grandmother I asked if she
wanted me to drive her to the corner and wait for the school bus. “I’m OK, Grandma. It’s not raining.” God love that little girl; I went back sleep.
I got up at seven and found Laura eating breakfast. She put down her spoon and told me her
adventure. Toby had a mouse on her bed
at midnight! She grabbed the mouse tail
to get it away and Toby bit her and grabbed the mouse again. She hit Toby on the head with her book, but
he ran away with the mouse. She shut her
door and went back to bed. But Ryon scratched
the door until she let him in. He didn’t
want petted so she let him out and shut the door and went back to bed.
There was no sign of a wound on Laura’s finger, but Grandma
sent her to wash her hands really well, again, and went to the door to let Purrl
in. When I turned around, I read Emily’s
note on the blackboard.
Then Laura and I drove to the corner in the pouring rain to
wait for the school bus.
The Tale of the Mouse at Midnight! What a family adventure!
ReplyDeleteThe wee meeces are coming in now it's turning cooler.William proudly pranced about the house with one at the weekend.
ReplyDeleteJane x
The saga of the mouse in the house.
ReplyDeleteWonderful to know that not one of you had a fit of the vapours, or leapt up on a stool screaming for help!
ReplyDeleteOne more adult in the house would have changed that picture!
DeleteI hate mice...that's why I keep a stool handy.
ReplyDeleteI haven't seen a mouse in several years.
ReplyDeleteThere was one (or two) in the previous residence and I found where they were getting in from outside and stuffed the hole with a big wad of steel wool. They can't chew through that, so my house was safe and I didn't have to kill anything.
Rats in the yard because of the chickens is way more than I can tolerate. If I had mice in the "hice", I'd go nuts. And spiders we have plenty of already. Vacuum to the ready. Would a vacuum work for the mice?
ReplyDeleteI'd be screaming. Can't help myself. You are brave!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely snapshot in time. I thoroughly enjoyed this!
ReplyDeletePearl
I echo Pearl's sentiments, Joanne.
ReplyDeleteWow! And I'm just learning how to run a cash register and not drive Dottie nuts doing it! Great laugh for me. Good for the girls to know how to deal with it. Ha ha ha ha. Still chuckling...
ReplyDeleteYou seem to have taken everything well.
ReplyDeleteAs someone else said, you are a level-headed bunch. I'm especially impressed with your girls and their sensible attitudes!
ReplyDeleteLast time I rescued a mouse, (Jazz the culprit) the ingrate bit me. Hard. I was bitten several times as I carried it down the yard and released it on the compost bin. Jazz wasn't impressed either.
ReplyDeleteWell, that was quite the late night adventure. Not one that will soon be forgotten, I bet. :)
ReplyDeleteI like the way your grand daughter responded to you when you wanted to drive her to the corner. This shows so much maturity and reverence to you :D
ReplyDeleteThank goodness Laura's finger was OK. I've heard terrible stories about cat scratches. I'm glad the mouse was caught and put away. What an adventure you all had!
ReplyDeleteThat was great! I love that you took a picture of the chalkboard. It wrapped up the story nicely.
ReplyDeleteI love your house! No hysterics. Just calm, practical people handling a mouse problem.
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