Eviction Notice

You all heard the tale of the first mouse we found HERE.
Then you got a chance to win some movie tickets by guessing about another mouse visitor HERE and HERE

Settle in with some popcorn kids the "mousecapades" in the WWW continue.

Picture this - A quiet peaceful naptime at the WWW. Scott is in therapy, Brian is outside working on fixing the leak in the garage ceiling, and I'm on the couch in the living room working on a few things.
Out of the corner of my eye I see something move. Instantly I spot the little shit. Another freaking mouse is under the television.
I run into the kitchen to my trusty Tupperware cabinet and grab the largest plastic container I can find, I'll shove my hand into a open body cavity but I will NOT touch a mouse. Racing back into the living I say "Your mine bitch". I even have a little bit of over confident swagger going on. After all, I did just capture one of her little friends. These bitches don't know who they're messing with.
I get down in front of the tv, where Little Bitch, is now hiding. I make a quick assessment, mutter a few, ok a lot, of curse words and wiggle the cords underneath, sending Little Bitch running for her life.
Perfect, I've got her....wrong... Little Bitch escapes my mighty Tupperware and is now running for her life in my living room.
Deciding I'm in over my head, I swallow the bile that is now creeping up my throat and head outside to get Brian for reinforcements.
After he finally stops laughing Brian assists me in systematically moving around the room moving everything.

Ever piece of furniture is moved.

Every blanket it lifted.

Every sofa lifted. Turning my living room into a disaster area.

Our efforts turn up nothing. Deciding we need to wait her out we resort to placing peanut butter and cheddar cheese out in hopes to entice Little Bitch out from her hiding.

I even bust out the stinky blue cheese.

My two wonderful cats are being so helpful in my quest to find Little Bitch. If the cats aren't careful they'll be getting the next eviction notice.

30minutes goes by. I decide to go back to work and keep a watchful eye on the "treats". I notice that Becky, the useless cat is sitting a little to attentively near the bookcases. Deciding that must be where Little Bitch has hidden I once again bring Brian in to assist.
We remove every item from the shelves and flip the cases one by one. Once again, we miss Little Bitch but this time she doesn't get far. Brian and I corner her. Suddenly is looks like a squeeze play in baseball. Brian on one-side with his Tupperware and me on the other with my Tupperware. Little Bitch has nowhere to go.

She's finally captured.

Little Bitch is given her eviction notice and finds herself, along with her Tupperware in the back ditch.

Another success. Scott and I discuss bringing in the specialists to assess the situation. While I may be a full on mouse catching professional now, I'm totally sick of it and the amount of curse words that have come out of my mouth during these episodes would make Andrew Dice Clay blush.

Fast forward to yesterday (Monday). Kate and I are getting ready to head out for a bit, leaving Scott to recover from therapy stretched out on the couch. Before we go, Scott asks me to bring him a blanket. I grab the blanket off his bedroom floor, wrap it in my arms and carry it out to the couch. Spreading it over Scott I see it. Another mother fucking mouse.
This brazen little thing took a free ride in my arms and is now running up Scott's chest in an attempt to find freedom.
Once again, I'm running for the Tupperware cabinet. This one takes no time at all. I flip the sofa (it comes apart in 3 pieces) and the new Little Bitch is running. I slam the Tupperware down on top of her. She's not getting away this time. Game over Little Bitch II. Mama, ain't playing anymore.

Once again, Becky cat was so very helpful, not!

I make quick work removing LB II and tell Scott that if he doesn't make arrangements for an exterminator immediately he will be living in our beautiful house alone.
Apparently Scott doesn't want to live alone because the exterminator was at our house by 10am this morning.

Notice has been officially served. No more mice in this house. It's full out war now. Traps have been set, poison has been placed and they're all gonna die.

Tomorrow, I'll have a trip to Target to replace my Tupperware supply, just in case.

EDIT- Having my phone ring at 4:40am is a bad thing. Always. This mornings call was Scott alerting me to Becky's newest playmate. What the fuck? Catching a mouse at 4:45am and subsequently having to kill it because of where it hid is NOT a good way to start a Wednesday morning.

Adding pillow and pillow case to my Target list and trying to patiently wait for the exterminator's office to open up.

It's ok to laugh, I would. I can't because I'm too busy cursing but...

Allison  – (June 22, 2010 at 10:30 PM)  

Love your writing! I know it's not funny, but I can completely picture the entire 2 episodes. Glad the problem is being addresses, and that you will have new tupperware...I use them for my leftovers :)
Sweet dreams, Witts.

BigDan  – (June 23, 2010 at 12:19 PM)  

Yes, it is funny. In fact, I laughed my ass off! Just wished I could have seen it live. One question, was Scott on the couch when you flipped it???

missy dappen  – (June 23, 2010 at 5:42 PM)  

LOVE the pic of Becky cat and LB II!

Colleen  – (July 15, 2010 at 8:27 AM)  

I am cracking up only because I know what you are going through. Except I wasn't laughing at my own situation. We live in a rural-ish area and we thought we had two only in our garage. MH and I got rid of them and then only to discover one in the house. We have a cat who is useless. The exterminator came and I think we solved the problem but what a nightmare!!

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