The Saga of the Escaped Mouse

Yesterday was our day to run errands. You know the usual, gas in the car, groceries, bank, etc.

Our last stop is to obtain feeder mice for our pet snake. (Yes, we have a pet snake.) The pet store puts the mice in flimsy cardboard containers. If left too long in the container, the mice will chew through it. So we head home.

Upon arriving home hubby says he will dump the mice in the snake’s aquarium while I begin removing our newly acquired possessions from the car’s trunk. As I come in the door, I hear hubby say, “I know there were two mice in there, but there’s only one in the aquarium.” “What?” says I. And he repeats his statement.

Now I’m not worried about one little mouse loose in the house. I have six (6) cats and one (1) dog, whose ancestry is infamous for going to ground to catch vermin. Surely they will be vigilant and catch the mouse within a few minutes.

No such luck. They didn’t even exhibit any interest whatsoever in locating the mouse.

After a few hours, I figure the mouse is laying low until nightfall. Then he will make his excursions into the unknown in search of food. Surely, then he will be brought to justice by my legally appointed guardians of the realm.

By bedtime, I’m too tired to care that we have a four footed intruder lurking who knows where in the house. So I head to bed, confident that my guardians will succeed in bringing this intruder to his ultimate destiny with the grim reaper.

Morning comes and I wake craving that first glorious cup of coffee. I set the coffee to making and start up the computer. I must check my groups and such for any earth shattering news of the day. While I am engrossed in my search for knowledge, hubby wakes. His objective is the TV and current events. Then suddenly he notices one of my cats is staring earnestly at the underside of the sofa. Casually, he says, “The mouse must be under the couch.” I ask why and he says that Priscilla (one of my cats) is intently focused on what is under there.

So I get up and tilt the sofa back, thinking the cat will apprehend the mouse quickly. What was I thinking? Her…move…catch the mouse? Noooooooo…she just continued to stare. And where’s the dog? Oh, yeah, she’s running around the living room playing.

Well I can’t hold the sofa tilted forever, so I set it back down. I looked down and there he is. I reached for him but he scooted back under the sofa. BUT he left his tail out. Lucky me! I grab his tail and bring him up. NOW I have the interest of my four footed guardians. They begin begging me to let them have my little white prize. NOPE. NADA. NOT GONNA! You all had your chance and you blew it. Me, Mama, Queen of the Realm had to do the dirty deed. And I wasn’t going to share my prize with any of them….except the snake. (You forgot about the snake, didn’t you.)

To the aquarium he went. At least there he won’t be raiding my food stores or destroying realm property.

Moral of the story: Sometimes, if you want a job done right, you have to do it yourself.

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6 thoughts on “The Saga of the Escaped Mouse

  1. If you feed the mouse tail first will the snake juggle it around until it’s head first? I’m proud of you, girl. Mousetrapper extraordinare!!

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