The truth and comedy of being a wife and mother
We have rodents.
I shouldn’t be surprised, but when you step on a dead mouse surprise is a mild reaction in most cases. To put more emphasis on this country development, I will say it again. Actually scream it.
WE HAVE RODENTS!
Ugh. My question is why did it manage to die in our bedroom? Yes, our bedroom. There is mouse poison in our basement, but this mouse is belly up in our bedroom, which is not in our basement. I have even a bigger question. HOW did it get to our bedroom?
The crazy thing is, I am no worried about mice running through our house. I am just concerned about where they die. It’s to be expected. It’s an old farm house that was built in the 1900s. It’s bound to have an intricate labyrinth of mouse holes.
But I am losing sleep over the fact that I might walk in the room and find Darren gumming up a dead mouse. It is understandable if you are shuddering, I am too.
Me, being a woman, left the mouse there and sent a text to my husband and my father. It kind of went like this.
Me: um …we have an issue. (accompanied with the picture below.)
Dad: Yes we agree! Is it dead?
Pause. I had to roll my eyes, then texted him back.
Me: Um…yes…it appears that way.
He didn’t reply back. But my mother did come and put more rat poison in the basement.
Devon did his manly duty and called me.
I have to roll my eyes again. “Yes it’s dead and it will be waiting for you to dispose of it when you get home.”
“Where is it?”
“In the bedroom.”
“How did it get there?”
“Um..it walked. I don’t know.” I know my sarcasm is unnecessary, but I didn’t get to ask it a million questions before it went to its heavenly maker.
I wish it ended there.
We also have raccoons in our grove. Or that’s what my dad tells me.
Two weeks ago I went out to burn garbage. Because it had been windier that crap the previous week, we had just placed the bag in the barrel and left it to burn for later. Well the raccoons had gotten to it; gotten in to it good. Diapers were ripped into; the back that had the leftover meat from grilling was completely annihilated. Various wrappers had blown all throughout the trees
So I spent the afternoon picking up garbage.
Now, when I walk in our house I always wear slippers. Stepping on a small squishy rodent is not desired. I also, send a glare towards the burning barrel every morning before I go to work. That should keep the raccoon rodents away.