EEEK A MOUSE !

[big brown horse]

 

[Ldychef2k]

You laugh NOW, but wait until the video comes out on YouTube of a big old fat woman screaming her head off and a short bald guy waving a dead rat in the air. THAT's comedy right there.

 

[big brown horse]

Ooo, can't wait!! Got my appetite back finally.

 

[Henrietta23]

The impending carcass is causing me to have a total girly flashback. I'm in high school, home sick with a fever on a warm spring day. I'm dozing on the sofa, really quite out of it, when I hear Oscar the cat meowing at the door. He was not one to bring "presents" home so I don't think anything of the muffled sound his meow has and open the door wide to let him in. In his mouth he has a mouse. A live mouse. Which he drops. At my bare feet. I am instantly awake, shrieking and tearing for the bathroom to lock myself away from the rodent monster. In the house where I grew up it happens that the kitchen phone is directly across from the bathroom door, so I grabbed it on the way in. Luckily history was at a point that we no longer had a dial phone but a phone with push buttons on the hand set. The only thing I can think to do is call my mommy. At school. During the school day. I get the secretary on the phone and I am so incoherent trying to explain why she needs to interupt my mother teaching that she gives up and just pages my mother telling her there's an emergency at home. In the meantime, Oscar is doing his darnest to present me with his gift. He is slamming it against the bathroom door. Mom gets on the phone, sure that I am burning with fever and nearing a seizure. I manage to get the situation explained to her and when she stops being furious that I've interupted her she starts laughing hysterically (Mom is definitely NOT a girly girl). I'm frantic thinking she's GOT to come home to take care of this critter when I hear a noise that can only be the mouse's neck snapping. I stop, breath and realize I now have to live in the bathroom with a dead mouse outside the door 'til Mom comes home. She's not having any of that and she literally talks me through finding a snow shovel in the garage, scooping up the mouse, taking it out to the trash, all with the extra long phone card winding around behing me.
I also threatened to move out of this house when I found a snake skin in the basement.

 

[Ldychef2k]

Oh my word, I can SO relate. That is exactly what I would have done. You were MUCH braver in the long run, though, than I am sure I will be with the rat trap of doom.

 

[Henrietta23]

Oh my word, I can SO relate. That is exactly what I would have done. You were MUCH braver in the long run, though, than I am sure I will be with the rat trap of doom.

I was delirious and it was a small bathroom on a warm day. I HAD to get out!

 

[Beekissed]

I feel sooooooo manly right now. I think I can feel my chest hair growing........

 

[Ldychef2k]

It's quiet in the house. Too quiet. The kids are gone, the last vestiges of sunlight have turned purple gray in the west. And the wait begins.

Will a loud SNAP break the eerie silence? Will a scraping and squeaking cry accompany the trapping of the creature? Or will I, after tossing fitfully through the night, awaken to a twitching corpse in the middle of the kitchen floor...bringing forth a scream from the depths of my very being?

Will it be tonight? When will the horror end?

The plaintive wail of a distant locomotive groans. A scritching sound comes from above. I am being watched.

 

[Beekissed]

You hear the scritch of tiny claws on the floor, softly at first and becoming louder and more insistent. As the hair stands up on the knape of your neck, you realize that there are MANY tiny scritching sounds. They come closer and you feel a small tug on the bed linens, the click of tiny, sharp teeth ...........

 

[big brown horse]

Get that alks seltzer quick and smear it with peanut butter!!