Mar 5, 2007

a mouse tale for Melissa

(go here for the back story, then come back here. i'll wait.)

(you back? good. let's go)

travel back to the year 1978. i was in high school, living with my crazy Auntie Kay.
oh and talking on the phone.
because that's all teenagers ever do. well, that & homework.

my favorite spot to chat was, of course, in the kitchen. close proximity to snacks and an extra long phone cord that travelled easily around the kitchen.

this night, i was on the phone with my best friend, yakking about school, our Rainbow Girls Assembly functions, and what-not.

and i was barefoot. as usual.

across from our phone in the kitchen, we had shelving where we kept dry goods. cereals, crackers, flour - the usual. and, as usual, barefoot me was playing with the items with my foot.

when...Mickey's cousin ran across my barefoot, after i scared him by moving his buffet of oatmeal.

i screamed.

my friend, panicked, thinking i was being attacked, or the house was being broken in to, or a 8ft tall monster was destroying our house.

nope, just a mouse.

and all the street cred i had built up as not being a typical chick who was scared of mice, spiders, blah, blah, blah went right across my foot.

along with Mickey.

moral of the story? pray that the words you utter today are sweet - you may be eating them tomorrow.
oh, and make sure you have plenty of mouse traps on hand.


Katkat said...

I was a den mother for girls camp last summer and a mouse ran right in front of me I jump on the bed screaming to the girls.."No boby panic!" I was totally

Barb the Evil Genius said...

We having living mousetraps - four cats. One of them did actually kill a mouse in our basement once.

Melissa said...

Oh my gosh - I feel like such a ninny now. At least there wasn't a furry thing scurrying across my toes!

Let me preface this by saying we hardly ever had mice growing up, because we always had cats, but I found out today that people are expected to clean the traps out and reset them.

That's just crazy talk, that's what that is.

Steff said...

I heard a story once about a woman who called her husband from work histarical. He rushed home to find her standing on the toilet seat pointing his shotgun at something in the tub. Going over to check it out he discovered a mouse running around in the bottom of the tub.

I'm about that bad. I hate creepy crawly stuff...of all varieties. That's the worst part of living alone. I'm the sole bug killer!

Susie Q said...

Poor little mousies...I am now reminded of a "Far Side" comic...
all about little mousies...



Allison said...

Ah, mice. Glad I don't have to worry about that here at school. I mean, at least I hope I don't... lol.