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This page was created to reminisce about anything and everything that has gone on in our family, from the good times to the bad (hopefully we'll end up focusing on the good).

Monday, April 10, 2006

More mouse stories

I am pasting this from an email from Autn Lynnae:

Both Shane and I have separate MOUSE stories, too. Shane's just happened this past winter, with a whole mouse family infesting their current house in Hurricane. I'm sure he could tell you the story in better detail. They kept finding mice in the toilet, in the washer and dryer, and everywhere else. Becky gave Shane an ultimatum: "Get rid of all the mice - OR ELSE !!!" I think they finally got rid of them all.

My mouse story happened in Draper when I was pregnant with Shane. We had mice in that house all the time, so traps were set on a regular basis. One day, a tiny mouse was caught only by the foot, so although he was weakened, he was nowhere near dead, and he was dragging MY trap back to his little mouse home. His front door was a rather large hole between the wall and the baseboard, so taking that trap all the way to his living room was a definite possibility. I didn't want to hurt him, but on the other hand I did not want him stealing my trap and then having an object lesson for teaching all his brothers and sisters and cousins what to avoid. So I, too, got out a shoe (Kerry's shoe, of course). And I hit the little mouse with it. But I didn't hit hard enough. It only stunned him. Then he came to, and started dragging the trap again. So I hit him again. Still not hard enough. The dragging continued. Then a third blow from the shoe. (He was a tough little mouse!) By the time he recovered and again started dragging that trap, I was in tears and almost hysterical. I hit him over and over and over, crying the whole time, "Please die. I'm so sorry! Please die! I'm so sorry!" He finally stopped moving. I left the shoe on top of him so I couldn't see him, and left it all for Kerry to take care of when he got home. And I did NOT go back into that room the rest of the day!

That was the same house where bats lived in our attic...
Strange memories from 1971...


Blogger Bob said...

Great story, its good to hear from Aunt Lynnae.

5:26 PM  

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