Unwanted Guest

Part 3

My husband quickly formulated a plan. He would get some rolled up newspaper and I would get a long stick with which I was to encourage the little guy to show himself. My saviour would then be ready to render him unconscious with a well aimed swipe. However things didn’t quite work out that way.

Using the stick I made him show himself, however he was quicker than my husband had anticipated and he managed to scurry past him heading in my direction. This once again set me off and prompted me to climb onto the bench. From my elevated position I then watched with amusement as my husband crawled around on the kitchen floor trying to hit the fast moving little monster. All I could think was how much we looked like the typical cartoon of the woman standing on the chair screaming, while the creature ran around underneath. I haven’t laughed so much in a long time. 

Finally the critter got the best of us and disappeared under the dishwasher where we found, under an adjacent cupboard, a hole leading under the house. He had won. My husband sat back on his heels, his fists on his thighs as he worked to get his breath back. He looked the very picture of dejection. However after licking our wounds we realised all was not lost. While he had got away, we had achieved one objective, he was out and now we needed to ensure he wouldn’t be getting back in. So while I kept watch, my husband raced off to buy some spray foam to fill the holes. Thankfully we never saw the furry little rodent again, but I no longer scoff at those women perched high above, as a mouse runs around the floor beneath them, to my disgust I found I was that woman.

Unwanted Guest

Part 2

By now I was laughing and screaming in equal measure. I did not want this thing loose in the house but I had no idea how to catch him. So not knowing what to do, I did what every hysterical woman does. I rang a man to ask for instructions. So much for me being a mature, capable, independent female, that idea went straight out the window, along with my pride. 

The unfortunate male in question was my husband, who was at work. While I was on the phone the critter would stick his little nose out every so often. But by accident I managed to find a way to keep him contained. Every time he showed his face, I would scream and he would turn tail and go back the way he came. Can’t say I blame him really. 

So my husband, god bless him, faced with a hysterical wife screaming down the phone at him said he would come home and save the day. I just had to hold the fort for the thirty minutes it would take him to get there. Needless to say by the time he got there I was hoarse. However at least now I had help.

Unwanted Guest

We had known for some time that we had a rather unwelcome guest in our panrty. He had left undeniable signs of occupation. Naturally we objected. The only trouble was, catching him in order to issue the eviction order. We had packed everything in plastic containers to ensure we weren’t feeding him and set traps to catch him, but to no avail. Then one morning I had just packed the kids off to school and was walking through the kitchen when I heard a scratching noise coming from the pantry. Now I can tell you I did not want to open that door, but as this was the closest we had come to getting rid of him and I was home alone, I decided I needed to give it a go. So gathering my courage I looked into the pantry. 

On doing so I noticed my son had forgotten to put his cereal back in the plastic container and there the box was sitting with the top open. I watched and listened for a minute and sure enough the box moved. Now I was in a quandry. We had been trying to catch this guy for weeks without even a sighting and here I was with him trapped in a box. I couldn’t just leave him there, so taking a deep breath I picked up the box folded the flaps over the top and made for the back door. However I had hardly taken a step when the little blighter moved the card board against my hand and like a true girl I screamed and dropped it. Needless to say he didn’t hang around long and with dismay I watched him scurry under the fridge.