The Frankenbaby Chronicles

Two girls, three cats, some frozen sperm, a doctor's office, and a big dream.

Thursday, December 28, 2006

Oh, this is a good time.

Yesterday we found a little brown field mouse in our house - probably snuck into the basement because it is getting cold, probably brought upstairs by one of our cats. Jen ushered it out of the house with a broom and we were both pretty shaken up. I don't like the idea of injuring/killing animals, especially not in my home.

So Jen and I agreed that we would get some humane traps, but in the meantime would call a pest control place just to come and see if they could find any holes/cracks in the foundation where they thought mice could come in, so we could plug them up. We agreed no chemicals, no traps, no dead mice - just find holes.

She calls this morning to tell me that the pest people are coming in two hours to plug up the holes and put down traps - then come back in two weeks and see if anything is in the traps.

You don't bust out with that kind of information to a pacifist tree-hugger with a body coursing with hormones. I did what any self-respecting pregnant woman would do, and began sobbing about how I didn't want mouse-killers and dead mice in my home. I am totally beside myself.

I suppose I need to take a shower and make myself presentable to The Death Machine, but I feel so betrayed. We agreed no traps, no dead mice, just find holes. Just a free consultation. But of course in a matter of minutes they talked her into $225 worth of hole-filling and mouse-trapping.

Excuse me while I go cry some more.


Anonymous oneoftwo said...

Consider this. Even cute little field mice can harbor parasites that are dangerous. It makes it easier to think about the traps.

2:50 PM  
Blogger hope said...

I used to catch mice alive in big coffee cans with an inch or so of bird seed inside. They'd go up a little ramp, jump down and then they are trapped. I'm weird that way, though.

I've also used the havaheart traps, which I think are scarier to the mice than dying, though.

Mice DO harbor all sorts of icky diseases. I suppose Jen is just trying to protect her knocked-up wifey.

3:26 PM  
Blogger Ruth & Marolyn said...

Oh Jude! That is beautiful and sweet.

The tcc process has brought out the rottweiler in me. I confess to feeling quite murderous towards the neighbouring cats who take turns pissing and shitting in our garage.

I don't act on my evil intentions though. I just hiss at them and bark like a dog.

I guess you could say I'm all bark and no bite.

Hope your mice get the message and vamoose. Thanks for posting to me on ff too. I really appreciated it.

10:25 AM  

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