Reading Swimsnacks' thread about the XL blue knickers reminded me of a story that my co-worker told me.
Her mom lives alone in an older farmhouse not far from where I live now. Like most women over the age of 29, her mom wears seriously old granny panties. These panties were apparently quite roomie. Anyway, mom was in the bed when she heard the cat making a terrible sound in the kitchen. She went in the kitchen to investigate and saw the cat playing with a "toy" mouse. She went back to bed.
A little while later, the cat jumped on the bed and was jumping around. My friend's mom thought it was playing with the "toy" mouse. Until she felt something run up the stretched out leg of her old granny panties. She started screaming as the mouse ran around in her undies. She finally trapped it on her hip and ran outside to the front porch where she slammed it down...and, well, it might be inhumane to tell the ending.
The thought of this little old lady running around with a mouse in her granny panties just cracks me up.
Anyone else have a funny mouse story to share?
"My grandma rides a Harley"
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Well, no panties involved in my story. A rat was, tho. I only call it a rat 'cause it was dark and rat sounds scarier and I don't know the cut off between rat/mouse.......
anyhow!~
My daughter and I kept hearing a noise in our apartment at nite. When we got up and turned the lights on it stopped. Lights off, it started. We finally located the noise behind the washing machine.
I got a trap and cheese and peanut butter. A REALLY big trap just in case it was a REALLY big rat.
Anyhow!
One night I got up to go to the water closet and flipped the light on. THERE it was staring up at me. It was almost black in color and not as big as I expected it to be, but its fangs were 3" inches long and it had a switch blade. (kidding)
It wouldn't run. It just stood up on its back legs and stared at me!!!! I wouldn't move because I didn't want to scare it off to my bedroom or my daughter's bedroom.
I looked for anything to catch it with or put over it to trap it---nothing.
except for my nightie. which was being worn at the time. So, like a magician I whipped off my nightie and like a flash I caught the mouse, THEN I had it all bundled up --then I started screaming--What do I DO NOW????? I got a handful of mouse/rat and I'm butt naked and screaming. I opened the backdoor to throw it out but all I could think was it would run back in --So I thought to put it in the big blue trash can with a lid --which was in FRONT of the duplex apt since the next a.m. was trash pickup.
Soooooooo I ran around the house trying not to scream , butt naked with a squirming bundle of lacy rat/mouse in my hands.
The end.
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Fast forward-- same daughter, she is home alone, older, responsible--wise.
I get home from work and she meets me at the door. She said I need to show you something in the kitchen. Next to the backdoor I see an upside down bowl with books and shoes piled on it.
She said, "MOM, this mouse just walked up to me and stood looking up at me with his hands together--he looked like he was praying" I didn't know what to do, mama, and I didn't want to hurt him. What do we do??
Well, we had just watched Ratatoille the weekend before and are both feeling very partial towards rodents.
Neither one of us wanted to move the bowl and the weights on the top. So, we "ignored" the whole thing for 24 hours. Her boyfriend came the next day and they released him into the forest to live and be happy.
I joked with my daughter that the mouster was indeed praying. He was praying for mercy and she saved him.
Now whenever we hear a noise we joke about the praying mouse.
PS. She happened to use one of our few "good" bowls. We wound up throwing the bowl away just in cause of the plague, botulism and the horrible diseases that rodents cause. I SURE did miss my good bowl at Thanksgiving and Christmas!
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My husbands cousin kept hearing his big dog Ike barking in the night in their kitchen. So he went to check. Ike had a rat cornered in their kitchen. And when I say rat, I mean rat. He didn't know what to do, he didn't want to kill it with something they had it might break or be ruined by the, to coin Dillys phrase, "plague, botulism or the horrible diseases that rodents cause." So he thought I'll shoot the thing. YES he did! With a pellet gun. He killed it. He said there was blood all over their kitchen.
I would not have wanted to clean that up.
Not being married too long, I was home alone one night while my husband traveled for his work, I kept hearing noises in the kitchen but couldn't ever find where it was coming from until the next day, I got up to find a hole chewed right through a bag of Chex Mix. I sat out some traps and sure nuff, got the little sucker that next night. I was scared it was still alive (even though it's head was almost chopped off!) so I stood in a chair wearing yellow house cleaning gloves and stabbed it several times with an arrow from hubby's bow and arrow case.... just to make sure it was really dead.
On another note, someone I know kept a bowl of fruit on their dining room table but it kept disappearing until it was all gone and she knew she wasn't eating it, She found the cores and peelings under her couch several days later. I would have hated to have seen the size of that one if it could carry an orange or apple to another room!!
The best thing about living in a small town is.... when you can't remember what you have done, someone else will!
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We were living in the sticks out off French Creek. One day for lunch I was having some tortilla chips with salsa. I kept noticing that i was being "terribly messy"---chips kept falling out of the bag every where. I finished, and put a clip on the top of the bag. Carried it back to the pantry, and chips kept falling out. That's when I noticed a big hole had been chewed into the bag. I don't know if the mouse had some chips too, but I had a really hard time not going to the bathroom and giving myself a purge!!! I had been eating those! That mouse could've been crawling around in that bag all over those chips!!! Well, we caught it, or one any way, I didn't check to see if he had chips breath after his passing though.
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One of NC's aunts told us a couple of years ago she and one of the grandchildren sat down in her chair at home to read a story. She heard a "crunch" when she sat down, but didn't really think anything about it. Some time later, she pulled the cushion out of the chair to find a dead mouse. When she sat down in the chair, she apparently crushed its skull, killing it.
The whole time she's telling this, all I could think about was the cartoon picture (sent to me on an e-mail) of the fat lady putting up the signs for her lost dog with what appears to be the taco bell dog stuck in the crack of her butt!
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