There's a WHAT in the kitchen???!!!!
Actual conversations from HiP this morning:
Aaron appears in the doorway of the room where I am playing with Grace.
Aaron: Hey, i didn't want to wake you up last night and freak you out about what I found in the kitchen.
Me: That doesn't sound good.
Aaron: I saw a mouse.
Me: A WHAT?!? Oh, shut up! You did not!
Aaron: I did. But it's okay. It was riding a motorcycle.
Me: That's too bad about the motorcycle.
Aaron: Why?
Me: Now I'm going to feel worse about killing it.
Aaron: Okay, it wasn't riding the motorcycle very well.
Me: Seriously. Which way did it go?
Aaron: It was under the highchair and, when it saw me, it exited stage left.
Me: Under the highchair? Oh great. I probably didn't get all of the baby's Cheerios off of the floor.
Aaron: Well, the Cheerios aren't there any more.
Me: But then where did it go? Under the radiator? Did it head under the dishwasher? Or that weird gap between the floor and the wall?
Aaron: I have no idea. By that time I was out in the street in front of the house trying to quietly freak out about there being a mouse in our house and not wake you up.
Me: Oh shoot.
Aaron: What? What's wrong?
Me: I'm going to have to blog about this and my mom is going to freak out.
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I call my mother.
Mom: Hi honey! How's my little baby this morning? Did she sleep through the night finally? Is that why you are calling so early?
Me: Ha! No. I'm calling because Aaron found a mouse in the kitchen last night.
Mom: Uh oh, honey. It's that time of year. It's getting cold and they're thinking, Look! A warm house! I'll go in there.
Me: Well, the joke is on them then, because the radiators aren't finished and it's freezing in here.
Mom: Maybe that's a strategy for getting rid of it?
Me: Funny. Look, I wanted to call you because I was worried that you'd read about this on the blog and freak out.
Mom: Me? Freak out about a mouse? Not me. Remember when we lived on that farm for two years? We had mice all the time. And WORSE things in the basement. I'm a farm girl.
Me: Mom. You are not a farm girl! You are from New York City! When we moved to that farm, you were like Eva Gabor from Green Acres!
Mom: I killed mice! I killed a rat with a shovel!
Me: Yeah, that's true. I always wondered how you did that. *shudder*
Mom: You do a lot of things when you are trying to protect your kids.
Me: Ever kill a mouse riding a motorcycle?
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Comments
Mouse? Radiators?? Motorcycles?! I must have been channeling you when I wrote my latest blog article this morning: http://www.brooklynrowhouse.com/node/98
PS: I'm a motorcyclist.
Posted by: Steve | September 28, 2006 1:07 PM
Ha! When Don found a mouse, he had hysterics. I got a call from him while I was at work and he was nearly in tears.
Posted by: Anonymous | September 28, 2006 1:19 PM
This is off topic but I need help! From people who actually think about thier homes. We have a 1922 French Provincial to which we added a laundre room off the kitchen. We had it plumbed to have a laundry sink but the area is very visible from the kitchen. What do you think about buying a hutch used and beat up or new and distressed and installing a self rimming sink into it. That was my brainstorm last night Im excited about it but would like some feedback.
Posted by: Maya | September 28, 2006 1:29 PM
I feel your pain. My reaction was similar to yours, but with more shrieking and a lot less rational conversation.
Posted by: stuccohouse | September 28, 2006 1:44 PM
we had one last nite! it's an epidemic! it was the first. and hopefully the last. the dogs had a field day with it- we hope it came in from the compost pile, where they were chasing them earlier in the day!
stay tuned...
(at least it wasn't a bat!)
Posted by: nadja and sean | September 28, 2006 2:08 PM
I advise buying a "Tin Cat" - they are great, but you have to find somewhere FAR away to dump the mouse. Glue traps work, but they also have ... horrible side effects. Bleh.
Chris was all for shooting mice with an airsoft pistol (we have one for target practice - it's a pistol that fires "soft" plastic bb's). He did get 2...And he says it's very satisfying, but I'm just not that good of a shot.
They're only an inch tall, for hecksake!
Posted by: marg. | September 28, 2006 2:27 PM
Get a cat. Of course, when ours cornered a mouse in one of my shoes, they didn't know what to do, so we just heard this high-pitched squeak from one very terrified mouse. I eventually got the cats away and threw the shoe out the door so little 'Ralph' could run off to find where he'd parked his hog.
Posted by: Gene | September 28, 2006 3:31 PM
Borrow a friend's cat for a couple of days. It's not the cat's hunting skills you need, just the smell of the cat in the house. I suspect it's a primeval instinct in mice to get as far away as possible from the smell of a cat.
PS: give the kitty catnip to encourage it to rub itself against the walls and embed its smell.
Posted by: Steve | September 28, 2006 3:41 PM
Yeah- I could hear mice in the walls before we got our two cats. The only mice we see anymore are dead ones left by the door- I think the cats want us to know they're paying their rent. We tried traps, but the cats have done the trick. It would be interesting to see if borrowing a cat would work.
Posted by: Trissa | September 28, 2006 9:14 PM
You are welcome to borrow Busby, but I'm skeptical of his mousing skills. When we had mice, two cats in the house didn't seem to bother them. Maybe it wasn't the cats' fault. I think they had a mouse freeway within our cabinets, so they rarely had to ride into Catland. After our kitchen renovation, we made sure to seal EVERY single small hole with expanding insulating foam. So far, no mice.
Posted by: Jane | September 28, 2006 10:02 PM
What ever happened to Dave? Couldn't he take care of your rodentia?
Posted by: Marie in St Paul | September 29, 2006 8:18 AM