Mouse in the House

Holy Fuck I just saw a mouse.

IN MY HOUSE.

In the kitchen.

Of all places. The kitchen.

I yelled “O. M. G.” and then it ran under the stove.

Brad Pitt said “What?”

I said “There is a mouse!”

Brad Pitt said “Are you sure???”

I said “Yes. I’m positive! I saw him in my peripherals as he walked across the kitchen floor. When he got in front of the stove, he stopped and looked at me. Then I yelled O M G and he ran under the stove.”

Brad Pitt said “I knew it. I thought I saw something the other night.”

We both want to know: Why in the hell haven’t the dogs told us about this mouse!?!?!?!?

mouse

This is not the mouse but it looks JUST like him. They are probably related. I would take a photo of the mouse myself, but he is hiding. So, instead I’m using this photo from salon.com

 

Update:
Brad Pitt is on his hands and knees with a flashlight looking under the stove. Informing me that there is a GAP IN THE BASEBOARD BEHIND THE STOVE that leads to a CABINET WHERE I STORE PLATES AND SUCH.

I’m totally grossed out.

Update:
He just found an orange Jolly Rancher in the lazy susan cabinet. I’ve never bought orange Jolly Ranchers. Ever. And definitely not in the last six years we’ve owned our house. Gross. But not as gross as a rodent dropping tiny shit chips in my kitchen.

Update:
Brad Pitt is still on the ground searching. “I don’t see him now.”

“Yeah, duh! Because you are moving around with a flash light. He is hiding.”

Update:
I’ve decided I am not cooking tonight. Who knows where that mouse has been and what his tiny little feet and teeth (and poop!)  have touched.

Update:
Brad Pitt just told me mice can climb. That the mouse has probably been up on the dining room table. GROSS. Now I’m worried about going to bed. But maybe they can’t climb. People on tv always jump on chairs to get away from mice, right? Maybe they can’t climb. Oh my God. If they can climb, please do not tell me.

Update:
Brad Pitt just handed over the flashlight and told me I’m on mouse patrol now and instructed me to yell CHEESE! when I see it.I’m instructing him to go to the store and buy traps. Gross. Gross. Gross.

Update:
Brad Pitt just screamed. The new dog snuck up on him and he thought it was the mouse. I’m laughing pretty hard now.  That almost makes it worth it to have a mouse in the house.

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7 thoughts on “Mouse in the House

  1. Get the glue traps. We catch a couple mice per week. This week has been especially active, caught 5 in one night. I’ve tried several kinds of traps and the glue ones are the best. We were pretty creeped out in the beginning but its getting old and the shock has worn off. Don’t tell the wife but I miss the cat, that thing ate up anything that entered the PV house.

    • Oh jeez. Oh gosh. Oh boy. FIVE!?!?! That is insane. Maybe the initial mice in your house had babies? Oh GOD. What if THIS mouse has babies??? I will talk to BP about the glue traps. I just don’t know. UGH. Thanks for the comment though!!!!

  2. Did you live at home when we had a mouse (and babies 😳) under our stove? The first time the mama showed its face was as I was clearing the table after dinner. I screamed and jumped on top of the table. Not a chair, the table. I was terrified to cook for weeks. I hate mice nearly as much as cockroaches. I totally feel your disgust.

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