My Mouse Regret…

I’ve been having a little problem lately…

You see, I’ve been dealing with the lovely smell of dead mice in my mudroom.  I went to Facebook for advice and found myself with great ideas: throw money at it, cut a whole and pour lyme down the wall, wait it out, just cry, etc..  It went on and on.

So you can imagine my surprise when I saw a real mouse the size of Garfield running into my garage.  This mouse chewed up our life jackets, ate a whole in the bird seed, and no doubt feasted on our garbage.  This mouse had a field day in the garage! I pulled all the insulation from a wall.  It pooped in my plant pots!

Sigh…

We put a trap out, one of those humane kind that they go into and then you bring it to the woods.   The mouse laughed it.  It sat empty for weeks.  The smell of my mudroom must have made me insane because I found myself buying poison.  Now, it feels so evil to write that, but I’ll admit it.  I am now one of those people.  I am a mouse killer.

Goodbye Mrs. Frisby, Despereaux, and Geronimo Stilton.  While we did not live in  harmony, I still regret my part in your demise.  Every time I walk through my mudroom, I’ll smell your friends and think of you.

With great regret,

Julie

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Crazed writer living on the coast of Maine! Attempting to blog daily in fifteen minutes or less.
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8 Responses to My Mouse Regret…

  1. Pingback: Julie True Kingsley: My Mouse Regret… « NESCBWI Kidlit Reblogger

  2. Lenore Diane says:

    Geronimo Stilton! That made me laugh, because my oldest is knee-deep in the Stilton books.
    I am sorry about the mice. Perhaps you should invest in a snake. You’ll feel less guilty at the demise of the mice, and the snakes will sleep with fully bellies. A win all around – unless your the mouse.

  3. Mary Jane Rowan says:

    My husband still talks about the alacrity with which I went after the woodchuck eating our garden. It is rather humbling to see how quickly one is reduced to killer mode when provoked. No woodchucks, though!

  4. anniecardi says:

    Mrs. Frisby would never poop in plant pots. This mouse is a jerk. No mercy!

  5. So, true. And the Rats of Nimh probably would have cleaned up the garage. That would have been lovely.

  6. Okay. That last paragraph is hilarious. Thank God I wasn’t drink coffee when I read it.

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