Monday, July 1, 2013

The mouse in our house

On Friday night Tyson and I sat on the couch watching a movie. 
In the middle of it, I thought I saw something move around. We looked, but couldn't see a thing. Usually, it's a house centipede (oh how I despise those things.) Tyson and I make the best team for hunting centipedes.  We follow those fast buggers, trap it, and while one of us keeps an eye on it, the other grabs a shoe, and then we dispose of those yucky creatures. I can't even tell you how many we have seen. It just comes with living in a basement apartment, I guess. 

Well, turns out, this was no house centipede.
 Nope. 
About 15 minutes later I saw the little mouse scamper around the wall and then dart under the bed. 
 I whisper -yelled (Taryn was asleep) 
"TYSON! THERE IS A MOUSE RIGHT THERE!!!!!"

We jumped up and Tyson asked me over and over again, "Are you sure?" Oh boy was I sure. Those icky things that scamper and crawl and give you the willies. Yup. I was 300 % positive. 
So we spent a good 30 minutes trying to find it with a flash light. I mean, you can walk the length of our apartment with 5 big "Mother- may- I" steps. Where can he/she possible hide? 

No luck. So we kept one eye on the movie and another on the floor around us. I may have perched myself up on the couch so it wouldn't run up my leg, too. Yuck. 

We think the huge storm that night brought the mouse in, just as many storms in the past have brought in Sprikets (cross between a cricket and a spider) - and the grossest things ever-, house centipedes, slugs, and ants. 
Mark my word....we are never living in a basement apartment EVER again. 

We woke up the next morning to find little mouse presents all over our kitchen floor and bathroom. (Disgusted yet? We thought we were going to throw up for sure) 
So we spent hours on Saturday morning deep cleaning our entire apartment. And buying stuff to take care of that little guy. 

No luck yet. But I can tell you we have been vacuuming after every meal since and checking the traps over and over again. 

Tyson texted his brother and asked if we could borrow their family cat. Not a bad idea. 

1 comment:

  1. So gross and I am so sorry! I am not sure how I missed this post. I wouldn't want my cat to touch it either - so Storm won't be coming to your rescue. Sorry. :) I hope things are less gross and looking up. Love you guys!

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