I can't believe my first real post is going to be about our ongoing "Home Invasion". (editorial note to anyone reading this blog...it is not for the faint of heart...it deals with vermin.)
Okay, so...several weeks ago I was up really late at night (anyone who knows me, knows that being up late is a rarity for me because I really suspect that I have some form of narcolepsy that only strikes after 8:00p.m.) As I was sitting on the couch, I saw a cute, little grey mouse scurry past. Yipe! We bought traps and I jokingly told Mike and the boys that I was not only their beloved wife and mother but, I exclaimed "I am the Huntress!" Basically, knowing there was a mouse in the house gave me the willies so, my strategy in naming myself "The Huntress" was to convince myself I was in control of the situation and to strike fear in the hearts of any mice listening. I called my sister, Stephanie to lament, and she told me that she had recently learned from a friend who had just had a mouse problem that her friend's exterminator said that if you see one mouse...there are usually about 5 or 6. Fabulous. So...within the first day we caught one...I was so frightened to pick it up that I actually made Mike dispose of it when he got home...as time wore on the death toll reached 7. In the beginning of the ordeal I told my sister that I was one step shy of acting like the women in the old-fashioned Tom and Jerry cartoons in high-heels with ruffled petticoats screaming on top of a kitchen chair (does anyone remember that visual?) but, by day 3 I had become a cold blooded killer. Stephie would call me and not even say "Hello" at first but simply ask "Death Toll?" (Stephie, I want to thank you for seeing me through this vigil) I had become so callous that I had no trouble disposing of traps with, may they rest in peace, deceased mice attached. Well, I left new traps down at night, ya know, just in case, and after 2 weeks of no mice and the death toll halting at 7...last night 2 became victims of "The thought she was flippin' retired Huntress"! As mentioned before, I can't believe that this is the subject matter of my first real post...but I am crestfallen, and downright furious! I am calling the exterminator first thing this morning...the huntress needs to network.
Okay, so...several weeks ago I was up really late at night (anyone who knows me, knows that being up late is a rarity for me because I really suspect that I have some form of narcolepsy that only strikes after 8:00p.m.) As I was sitting on the couch, I saw a cute, little grey mouse scurry past. Yipe! We bought traps and I jokingly told Mike and the boys that I was not only their beloved wife and mother but, I exclaimed "I am the Huntress!" Basically, knowing there was a mouse in the house gave me the willies so, my strategy in naming myself "The Huntress" was to convince myself I was in control of the situation and to strike fear in the hearts of any mice listening. I called my sister, Stephanie to lament, and she told me that she had recently learned from a friend who had just had a mouse problem that her friend's exterminator said that if you see one mouse...there are usually about 5 or 6. Fabulous. So...within the first day we caught one...I was so frightened to pick it up that I actually made Mike dispose of it when he got home...as time wore on the death toll reached 7. In the beginning of the ordeal I told my sister that I was one step shy of acting like the women in the old-fashioned Tom and Jerry cartoons in high-heels with ruffled petticoats screaming on top of a kitchen chair (does anyone remember that visual?) but, by day 3 I had become a cold blooded killer. Stephie would call me and not even say "Hello" at first but simply ask "Death Toll?" (Stephie, I want to thank you for seeing me through this vigil) I had become so callous that I had no trouble disposing of traps with, may they rest in peace, deceased mice attached. Well, I left new traps down at night, ya know, just in case, and after 2 weeks of no mice and the death toll halting at 7...last night 2 became victims of "The thought she was flippin' retired Huntress"! As mentioned before, I can't believe that this is the subject matter of my first real post...but I am crestfallen, and downright furious! I am calling the exterminator first thing this morning...the huntress needs to network.
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4 comments:
CONGRATS!!! It is so exciting! Ah, and to think just yesterday (literally, ok not quite LITERALLY, but close!) you didn't even have an email address...
Oh man! As I'm sitting here reading this I pulled my legs up in my chair so that just in case I have a mouse it won't touch my feet!
Hi! Just came across your blog tonight and wanted to let you know about a new giveaway I'm hosting this week. Come check it out when you get the chance! Thanks! Happy Thanksgiving!!!
Lauren, this is a great blog so far! I am glad you have joined the blogging world. I can't believe those mice are making such a home in your house, that is so awful! We still have our traps, but haven't seen a trace of another mouse since the one was taken away. But I am so proud of you for beating those mice. I don't know if I could handle disposing of a "full" trap. You are the woman!
AUGH!!! i am so sorry to hear that.... that totally sucks... hope you guys had a GREAT thanksgiving! love you guys!
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