Monday, June 22, 2009

Never a Dull Moment

Anyone who knows me well knows that I suffer from a chronic inability to sleep through the night. I am basically a colicky 6 week old in a 33 year old's body. I wake at the slightest sound/movement/feeling. I have dreams that would make the Dream Doctor himself run the other direction.

What is my point?

My point is that last night I woke up to the oddest scraping noise. My first reaction was, "It's a mouse." I thought about waking Cory up, but didn't see the point since the mouse would only run off as soon as it heard us approaching. Instead, I opted to lie in bed and further dissect the situation. The noise was not a typical mouse noise (please don't ask how I know this), but there was no other good explanation.

Finally, the noise subsided and I fell back into fitful slumber.

This morning, I noticed that an ant trap (seriously, please, don't ask) that is normally near our front door was in a new location, in the kitchen. I spoke with my mom and shared my fears - that an abnormally playful and dexterous mouse had frolicked through the house David Beckham-style, in the midnight hour, sliding the ant trap a good 30 feet into the next room.

She assured me that no mouse in its right mind would waste a perfectly good evening in a perfectly good house - especially one with foil-wrapped cookies on the counter - engaging in such nonsense. Plus, it's Summer! Mice don't typically retreat indoors in June.

I went on my merry way and forgot all about the mouse.

Over my lunch of chips and guacamole I noticed the loveliest view from my seat at the island.

I think I'll sit there more often for lunch.

Later, still forgetting about the mouse, I chopped some veggies for dinner and decided to take a picture because 1. I am all about photographing veggies and 2. I wanted to initiate my new bowl from HomeGoods into this nonsensical hobby (see #1) of mine.

At some point, during my chopping and stirring, Calvin ran in from playing in the other room and asked, with a certain air of calm, "Mommy, do you see that mess?"

"Yes." I replied, absentmindedly. I wasn't exactly sure which mess he was referring to, but there were several in my line of vision, so I assumed I was covered.

"No", he said, "Do you see that mess? By the door?"

I glanced over, roughly 6.5 feet away, to see a chunky mouse sitting contentedly on the floor, making direct and meaningful eye contact.

Now, I'm no stranger to mice, but I squealed and hopped up on the counter, all the same. You may not be aware of the attraction wild animals have to me, but it is well documented here. There was also the time, 5 years ago, when I awoke from a Winter's nap in my childhood bedroom to a mouse perched atop my clavicle.

My entire life, my mom and dad have told me that mice and the like are more afraid of me than I am of them. And I believed them!

Not anymore. I knew for a fact that the mouse was heading straight for my flip-flop-clad feet. It wasn't a risk I was willing to take.

A chase ensued between the mouse and the men of the house. Ruby consoled me, saying, "It's OK, Mommy! He's a cute mousey!"

At last, he was captured.

And thrown to the wolves, er, cats. I won't even go into that.

The moral of the story: Mice are more afraid of you than you are of them. They are, however, infinitely less afraid of me than I am of them.

Count yourself blessed.

And for those of you who made it all the way through this post, I have a gift:


15 comments:

  1. Once a mouse ran across my flip flop clad foot while I was cleaning the garage. I screamed like Ned Flanders and about hit the roof!

    I feel your pain.

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  2. Oh that is so funny! One Christmas I had a mouse rolling pretzels around on the kitchen island while we were watching tv. I kept checking to see what the heck that noise was, and of course, he would be gone by the time I inspected things. The funniest thing to me was that he (or she?) got a little gingerbread cookie and was trying to carry it away. It was hard to 'deal' with that little Christmas mouse, but we did what we had to do. Gotta love living in an old house in the country!

    Hope you are mouse free again.

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  3. EEEKKK! A mouse, I am so glad you were able to solve your mystery. I am the same way with sleeping and I usually have a good imagination in the middle of the night. Only I dream and sleep walk and find myself all over the house.
    At least MAYBE you can sleep alittle better tonight, knowing you caught the mouse :)
    I found you blog while blog hopping, very cute, will be back. What a gorgeous view out your window.
    Crystal

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  4. A) I'm bringing my cats with me for protection.
    B) I can't wait to sit at that island and see that view.
    C)T-5 days and the forecast looks beautiful.

    I'll email you later so we can chat and swap digits! Hugs, Jen

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  5. Let me see if I can remember my comments:
    1. where and how exactly did you hop up on the counter? I am imagining somehow you superpowered it in one jump up on the island.
    2. I love that Ruby consoled you.
    3. That window picturesque is THE Best photo (maybe) You have ever posted.
    4. I swear a mouse was crawling up my arm in high school in bed in the middle of the night, and I flung it so hard off my arm in the arm. Luckily, it never came back.

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  6. LOL, great story! I'm glad it was you and not me. :) And I love that Ruby told you that it was ok, and that it was a cute mousey. Kids are great for things like that.

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  7. I was beginning to feel real sorry for you, but then you put that little pic in there of your view, and my feel-sorry-ness evaporated. That is so incredibly peaceful looking and beautiful! Even with a mouse at my feet! (But I'd have the same screaming reaction too:)

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  8. HA, great post. But you can't be a Farm Girl without regular bouts with wildlife ;-)

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  9. wow shannan, that view is mighty fine...

    hey, are those peas from the garden? ask my son how many hours (boy-speed, mind you) it takes to shell a grocery bag full of peas... you do not want to know!

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  10. hehehehe. i have 2 cats, no mice survive our place. :) beautiful view from your lunch table. i love the cosmos. love love love. have a great day tomorrow shannan!!

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  11. Girl you are just the sweetest thing. I don't know why, but right now I just want to give you a big hug. Your sweet little mouse story and your beautiful view and the lovely flower... just made my day:)

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  12. I have just discovered your blog as I'am new to the blog world. Your blog is really cute you are an awesome writer!You have a great sense of humor! Loved your view picture. Your kids are adorable! You poor dear having to deal with the mouse ugh!

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  13. hahahahahaha! What fun!
    That picture from your window is straight out of a storybook. How beautiful!!

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  14. you mean you didn't keep it :)

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  15. I just found you! I don't know how ( I forget how I get most places here in blogland ) I am so happy I did!
    Cute story, wonderful writing, great pictures, I will be back!
    Kim

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