Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Mouse Trap-Mother f-ing, comando version 2014

I have a problem, it involves many legs, sneaky snack attacks, and it shits in odd places-and no I'm not pregnant again.

Let me start at the beginning, I came home from a well deserved awesome trip of amazing proportions, and my hubby had pulled out the bins and bags from the van. I noticed something MOVING. it was a cute little field mouse. Now, remember we back out into grassy vastness that is Alberta prairie. So it wasn't unreasonable it had climbed in when they sat out side for an hour or so. so we rehome the shit and carry on.

My trampy kitty, had kittens, and the biggest one is all black, and honestly hes kind of a jack-ass, which is why we call him Jack. We have about a two inch random space at the base of my gas stove, and he has been presiding over it like Gollum of the gas line. I truly believed the little jerk was getting high on my natural gas. Lets be honest, stranger things have happened. Fast forward a few days, and I hear my husband yelp and jump back. THAT MOUSE WAS IN THE DISHES AND HE WENT BEHIND THE STOVE.

With out missing a beat he's in there like marine on a seek and destroy mission. Pulling out the stove with big plans of tracking the little jerk. Lo and Behold, he's been here awhile-trust me it wasn't pretty. So here I am at nearly midnight, bleaching the hell out of my house, and hoping for the best.

I've posted asking for tips on getting rid of these furry minions of doom. Fearful people would judge me over the internet. However the tips I received were great-with everything from zest soap, to snap traps, to just setting my place on fire. I'm trying them all-well except the arson.  If the zest works, I'm buying out the company I swear.

Do you think my kids would freak if mommy went in and cleaned out their room while they slept?

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