I figured since I mentioned my disgusting rodent infestation, I should at least be a good friend and tell you the whole story. If by some chance you thought I was a reasonable, logical human being who behaved normally….I’d like to dispell that notion for you right now and show you my crazy.
Rewind to November 2008, I was living alone in a different apartment (in a slightly sketchier part of town) and I saw a mouse pop out of a hole in my floor where the radiator pipe comes through. I shreiked like a man, jumped up on the couch and continued screaming. The mouse zoomed back down the hole. I started crying, felt violated, and called my dad’s cell phone. He picked up sounding sleepy (i glanced at the clock, it was almost midnight….oops) “Dad I have a mouse in my house come get it come kill it!!” His response: “I’m in Florida, call John.
” ::click:
Well, I did call John, and he refused to come save me from the beast. Granted it was midnight, and he was in Jersey….but still. I was scared. I kept seeing the animal crawling on me and biting me.
I was going to have to sleep with this creature lurking around every corner. The next day John came over with steel wool and some other crap and plugged up the hole. My hero.
I moved out of that apartment the same month.
Yes, I totally ran away from a mouse.
Fast forward to my most recent mousecapade…. It’s about 9pm. John had just left for work. I’m innocently sitting at the kitchen table writing and I think I see something moving out the corner of my eye.
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I dismissed it until I saw the brazen devilmouse pop out from behind my garbage can!!! I think it was the same one from my old apartment. hehe
My heart stopped. I screamed and jumped up on the chair I was sitting in. I think I said “SHOO!” as if it would listen. I don’t know how long I was standing up there…but…I didn’t see it again. I sat back down, on the verge of tears and feeling violated once again. I went back to writing and heard rustling. I looked for a weapon. I threw one of John’s books in the direction I heard the rustling.
Nothing happened.
I called John. The convo was something like..
Me: ::sob:: come home now there’s a rat in here
John: A rat?
Me: Yes a rat and I’m scared come home now and kill it.
John: I can’t come home I’ll be late for work just relax
Me: I CANT RELAX! There’s a RAT in here!!!!wail moan sob cray wail again
John: I’ll get it in the morning.
Me: Noooo Whyyyyyyy (read that in the most whiney voice you can muster)
John: Danielle!!
Me: Fine!!! :click:
Then I stomped over to my keys (because stomping would scare the devilmouse and he won’t come out to climb on me…clearly), put on my sneakers and ran out of that hellhole.
Yes, I fled from a rodent a second time.
I stayed at my parents’ house for 2 weeks (not because of the mouse lol, I was staying w/ my brother while ‘rents went away) and I monitored the mouseactivity through John during the whole time. He saw it once…but never again.
When I came home there were sticky traps and mouse poison thingys ALL OVER the apartment. We haven’t seen the rodent since, but every creak I hear I feel like it’s him….
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waiting until I sleep so he can come crawl on me and bite me.
Hasn’t happened yet though. ::shrug::
The end.
Happy Friday girls!! Have a great weekend!!
Ha ha! I’ve had to deal with mice in 2 of my 5 apartments and the first experience was by far the worst. It would awaken me at night with its scratching and I would lie in bed terrified. I’m totally sharing this post with my sister who’s dealing with mice. Love the crazy mice pics btw!
Yup, I’m definitely in this club. While I live in an “affluent” area (which does not describe me at all), there are still mice running around here. I remember the first one that I saw two years ago, right when my daughter was born.
I called my husband on the phone, who just left for work, and I was sobbing about there being a huge rat in the apartment. He did come home to try and take care of it (thank God it was a Friday), and he did eventually catch it during the weekend.
But I’ve never cried so much over a critter before in my life.
Well I must say that New York has traumatized me with their mice/rats. I had my first experience in ’04, mice in my bedroom, never ever had to experience that in my life…I was crying of course, called my mom (who was in GA by the way) I moved out a few months later, (one bc of the mice & two bc my roommate & her bf fought all the time). I moved to brooklyn and the lady told me she had no mice, then one day, 5am, I hear noise I wake up to 2 mice bungee jumping from my clothes hanging in the closet (didn’t know mice could climb honestly) I couldn’t afford to move again so I had to stay there. I had to put a big plank of wood on the bottom of my door to keep the mice out of my room but they would always be in the apt, they would come up through the stove. I have never seen a mouse in my current apt (thank God, I would move from NY probably) and that’s the main reason I continue to stay in this apt..I’m afraid if I move I’ll be invaded by mickey again (I honestly love the real mickey mouse just hate NY Mickies)! I’m traumatized beyond belief by those experiences I can’t even watch rats/mice on tv now, I’m always jumpy walking the streets of NY, and any noise I hear that sounds close to a mouse scratching…I’m ready to take flight!!! But thank God, I am not that girl who just got bit on the foot by a rat in the subway station! HOLY MOLY!! That would def. be a sign that Yogi does not belong in New York!!
Oh my good god Yogi that scared me and grossed me out all at once. I didn’t know mice could do that. I’m FREAKING OUT NOW
yea mice/rats are no fun! i have only lived in one place with them and my roomies set traps and caught it like that next day. thankfully i was not there when they came home and found it but after that we saw no more mice…it still gives me the creeps just thinking about it!
Oh Girl……..
I know feeling!! In the house we used to rent (note “used to”) there were mice in the basement. I refused to do laundry for weeks, that is where the washer/dryer were. I just couldn’t handle it.
I was in the store buying up everything product they had on the shelf. I wanted to get the big time stuff too, but my husband thought I was getting a bit carried away. I felt so violated!!! lol
I feel for you because just like you I have mice-fobia!!!
When we were living in London I saw a mouse about three or four times. I was in all funny positions, once I had to jump and stand on the toilet seat – yes, i was that quicky because of a mouse!!! Another time I stood on the chair for 30 minutes until hubby came home.
We used mouse traps, those ones that don’t kill and once we trapped one and took it into the nearest park.
I am still praying I don’t see one here in this new house, especially when the baby is born because I will freak out.
Dani you are on my 7 things to get to know you more. Hope you will play along.
what you described was exactly me two years ago … at this sucky apt i had, ugh i hated that apt … i was in hell and then i got a cat and it was all better, haha.
In college in my friend’s apt one night…we saw a mouse and for the rest of the night i couldn’t sleep…i wanted to leave their house. i can’t stand mice of any kind! hope the crazy thing never comes back!
I slept over at a friend’s house one night and a mouse crawled right over me. I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming out what, until I felt it a second time and swatted at it with my hand only to jump up in the dark and realize it was a mouse! Ewwwww! I ran straight to take a shower, screaming and wailing. My friend whose house I was at just woke up and said “yeah I see him from time to time, hadn’t seen him in a while I thought he left”. None of us girls ever slept there again. In fact I don’t even talk to her anymore…but that’s cause we lost touch.
OMG I totally did the same thing in my 1st apt. I heard something in the kitchen & when I went to look, a little nose popped near the burner on the stove. AACK! Why I didn’t just turn the gas on I’ll never know, but I too moved in with my parents for a good 2 weeks until I knew that pest-control guy had done his job. 😉
I am shaking my head at you… you and your evil Mickey pictures… lol. I called my hubby a few weeks ago while he was in a board meeting (!) because there was a giant spider in our garage… he couldn’t do anything about it but I was traumatized trying really hard not to cry in front of my babies. It was big… scary… and I am pretty sure it gave me the finger. Consider my head shake complete solidarity… I would have moved too.
The pictures are great!! And your story telling abilities are great because I felt like I was watching a commercial or mini movie