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Imagine a picture of a dead baby mouse here.
(I decided to remove the actual picture because it was creeping me out every time I checked my blog)
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That my friends is a dead baby mouse!
But not just any dead baby mouse, it's a dead baby mouse that I picked up in my bare hand along with it's two dead baby mice brothers. Auggggg!
I was cleaning Abby's closet and I pulled out the file cabinet that has been in her closet for the last couple of years. When I pulled it out a bunch of candy wrappers fell on the floor along with some little toys. Naturally I just picked up all of the trash to through away and while holding the trash in one hand I started sorting though the rest of the stuff on the floor with the other hand. I picked up a small item that in Abby's dimly lit room looked like it could be a game piece to one of Nate's games. Of course, on closer inspection, I discovered that it was in fact the shriveled up mouse remains pictured above. I dropped it, of course, screamed, of course, then noticed one of the mouse's brothers among the trash in my other hand. More dropping, more screaming. In the end I found a total of three dead baby mice, all of which I had held in my hand. After scrubbing my hands with soap and photographing the mouse for your viewing pleasure, I disposed of them all.
About a year ago we discovered two mice setting up house keeping. We set traps and caught them both quickly. One of them was caught in the middle of the night in a trap that was set under our bed. The snapping of a mouse trap is not the nicest way to be woken up in the middle of the night. Anyway, apparently Mr. and Mrs. Disgusting Mousie had already added to their little family before they were discovered and disposed of. Should I feel bad that their three tiny infants starved to death when mommy and daddy never came home? Well, guess what, I don't. I'm relieved that the babies died before the reached sexual maturity and started breeding with each other and completely took over my house. I'm all about kindness to animals and loving all of God's creatures until they start coming into my house uninvited. Then watch out!
8 comments:
You. Are. Hilarious.
Once I was cleaning out the bottom of my fridge and I pulled out a dead mouse (very much like your picture) and threw it across the room. Then when I looked at it more closely I realized it was just a tiny, funky potato root. I screamed really loud, though. And I was really scared.
I told you a long time ago Nat, that you ought to write a book. Maybe your blog can be your chapters. ie: The Life and Times of ???????????.
AHHHH!!!! I am completely frecking out! That is the worst story I have ever heard. YUCK!
Nasty. and I have had my fair share of mice experiences.
Nasty.
I cleaned behind my toilets today, and came across some pretty nasty stuff.
You still totally win.
ROFL! This is a great story, you should start writing a book!
This gives me the absolute creeps!! I'll never forget when Landon was a baby...he came crawling into the bathroom with a flippin baby mouse IN HIS MOUTH!!! My mom was absolutely horrified!! Guess dead in the closet isn't all that bad?? :)
Eeew, eew, eew!!! I'm pretty tough, IMHO, but mice are icky to me! I would scream, too! Glad that you don't have an infestation. Those are no fun to get rid of once they start multiplying!!!
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