My bedroom is in the basement. My boyfriend and I had transformed my nearly 100 year old house, making the basement into a huge master bedroom, w/walk-in closet, bathroom and then the other half of the basement is a family room with a big screen tv and entertainment center. It's nice, but still, its the basement, lol.
I went downstairs the other day and stepped on some plaster and wondered where that had come from. I also saw other small signs of disorder but dismissed it. So I'm sound asleep and I hear loud scratching in the next room; the corridor outside of my bedroom.
Let me just explain, I'm unreasonably afraid of small hairy creatures that sneak into people's houses. If you're not then you impress and amaze me. But if I get out of bed and 'Willard' or 'Ben' (obscure reference to movies with rats), is sitting on my dresser or scurrying across my floor I am likely to have a heart attack! So I'm sitting up in my bed at 5 am in the morning, my sheet clutched to my chest. Thank god my friend was over. Thank god! Because he was poking a broom into every nook and cranny of the basement (stumbling along sleepily and not following basic instructions like turn on the light!). Every time he stumbled over something I'd scream. I darted up the basement steps and my cat ran past me and I screamed. I had my friend walk me back down into the basement so I could find clothes and things for work--and to direct him on where to place the mouse traps (non-kill, of course), I screamed when he dropped it. I screamed literally 3 times!
I have no fear of snakes, spiders, bees, wasps...but a rodent--be it large or small--terrifies me! So it's like 5:30 in the morning and I'm perched upstairs on my couch typing away. This will be my bed until the mouse is trapped...and probably even after.
BTW...I was going to place a picture of a mouse on this post...but even that creeped me out.
Thank God you didn't post that picture because I couldn't come back your blog. Those things creep me out. We found one in my mom's closet in my teens. Needless to say my mother called every pest control agency to kill that 1 mouse, moved into my room (imagine the fun), and purchased new clothes and shoes until she could safely return to her room. No one rested in that house or even went to my mom's side of the house until that thing was found dead.
ReplyDeleteOh my god, I know how your mother feels. My daughter is not afraid of them at all. I'm so happy because she will be my hands when I need things from the basement. I put the cat in the basement to find the mouse, but the cat is afraid of them too. We can't find the freaking cat, she's hiding! Goddamn cat...unless, it's not a mouse but a deadly, rabied, raccoon that did away with the cat...
ReplyDeleteSo anyway, last time we had a baby mouse sneak into the house, the cat was huddled in the corner staring at something and I called my daughter to find out what. They found a baby mouse and of course I was on the couch screaming. My daughter picked it up to show me how cute it was and I started screaming for her to get out. When she prepared to leave with it I made her stop and hold it up so that I could see it...Okay, it was cute.
But I don't care! It's alive and hairy and can run.
sorry pepper but i have to smile just a little bit. just the way you described is a story in its own merits. i'm the same with bees/wasps/spider without the screaming though. big strong hubbie can rescue me then!!
ReplyDeleteHahaha..giiiiirl! I feel your pain. I do NOT play when it comes to mice!!! The thing is when there one's..there's more to follow! Gah!!! I just can't deal with those things..and try living in the country (which I do) if a house mouse is Jerry then a field mouse is definitely Rambo! Field Mice..make me almost pee myself! If a sewer rat or a field mice got into a fight..I really have no idea who would win..that's how huge they are. I'm also deathly afraid of centipedes and millipedes. Even the way millipedes is spelled creeps me the fuck out! I have a little bit of trypophobia (google it with pictures)..most joke about the last one but I kid you not...it gives me the heeby jeebies.
ReplyDeleteLOL@Kolby saying even the way millipede is spelled creeps you out!
ReplyDeleteOMG OMG!!! SO I busted a gut laughing but only because I feel your pain... When I was 6 monthes pregnant (w/ twins so I was huge) I got in the shower and looked down and a mouse literally started chasing me around the tub. I totally did pee myself, thank goodness I was in the shower! I jumped out and woke up my husband, I don't know what I expected him to do I mean it was an alive and very active mouse!!! Whatever it was I expected it was NOT what he did. He went and got a towel, wrapped it around his fist and punch the stinkin thing!!! I almost peed myself AGAIN. Then like the emotional basketcase that I was I totally started crying, until he told me he had just stunned it and showed me it was still alive. I still look in the tub before I get in just to make sure nothings there even though we have since moved.
ReplyDeletel.o.l Pep you had me laughing about the mouse in your house... but I tell you what I would rather have a mouse in my house than a bat. I live in Iowa and during the summer months the bats love to come out around 7:30 to 8 p.m. and fly around eating up all the bugs and insects flying about in the night air. Well the house I used to live in used to get a bat in the house at least once a year, we used to get those big dumb bats... can you imagine rats with wings flying around in your house....eeewww! Since it was just me and my mom and younger brother, the oldest and youngest person in the house would scream like two little girls until I got it out of the house... One year a bat got into my mom's room and she had a fit... my brother actually left her in the room with the bat, closing her in with it as he ran down the hallway screaming in a high pitched tone--- you know the one Chico and DeBarge used when they used to sing... After I got it out of the house they both were so afraid of it returning to do another fly-by that they both ran into my room with a blanket and pillow to spend the night-- to see the way she hauled ass out of her room you would never have known she was a big woman (l.o.l).
ReplyDeleteOne time we had a couple of guest over- it was a mother and her daughter- we were just watching t.v., laughing, cracking jokes and bat just swooped out of no where and started flying all round the first floor. Well me and the daughter ran onto the front porch and as I'm holding the screen door open for the bat to exit all we both heard was my mom and her mom screaming like that little pig on the Geico commercial--- she and I both darn near peed ourselves cause we were laughing that hard it was so hilarious.
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Pep, I kid you not..the word looks like the disgusting thing.
ReplyDeletePEPPERPACE, I TO WAS LOL AT YOUR COMMENTS. I HATE MICE AND RATS TOO. BUT LIVING ON YOUR OWN YOU HAVE TO DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO. THANKS AND TAKE CARE.
ReplyDeleteYou all got me dying laughing! My friend got to the house and there was no mouse in the trap. I'm going to try to sleep down in the basement. Oh btw, my friend was making fun of me and my daughter because he thinks the mice in the house are teeny ones that you see in a lab. We told him that the full grown ones are the size of your forearm. He didn't laugh so hard after that and later asked me if I had a baseball bat. I asked him what he thought he was going to do with a bat and he admitted that if the mouse was as big as we said, he was going to use it to kill the mouse. Hmmm...a baseball bat?
ReplyDeleteAnd the bat flying around. I swear to you, I would have stroked out if a flying rat was in the house! You guys are making me feel better. I'm still laughing at the image of Casey being chased in the tub by the mouse. You guys are too hilarious!
A mouse chasing Casey in the tub would be horrendous... especially for me or my mom. Some years ago my mom claimed she was about to sit down on the toilet, she lifted up the lid and turned to sit...whilst pulling down her pants she just so happened to turn around and see a mouse swimming in the toilet... she claimed it tried to leap out at her and tried to quote "bite her booty"... later when she was telling her mom and her brother (my grandmother and uncle)about the swimming mouse... my uncle made the side comment about her having such a huge ass that the mouse was going for way more than a bite. (l.o.l)
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Ok Pep your killing when I had my lil "running of the mouse" incident I lived in Arizona and the mice there tended to be of the little variety. I have recently moved to Ohio but have yet to see a mouse and now your saying the can be the size of you forearm... ummmm Oh hell no I think I may be moving back to the desert. Your killing me here!! Oh no no no nope yuck! Little mice are bad enough big ones are not exceptable! Excuse me while I freak out!
ReplyDelete"I darted up the basement steps and my cat ran past me and I screamed."
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JG
Haha!! You're so funny Pep!
ReplyDeleteI can relate though. I hate rodents! Once, we had one stuck in our piano and it sounded like he/she/it was playing a tune, running across the strings. When my husband attempted to get rid of it, pandemonium broke out (courtesy of moi)!!
I saw a glimpse of a tail, literally screamed like Freddy Kruger was out to get me and RAN up the stairs, into the bedroom, slammed the door behind me, LOCKED it (you never know with these super-rodents who can work a doorknob!) and JUMPED on the bed, all the while still screaming like Freddy was after me!!
I don't what happened to he/she/it after that as I told my husband I don't want to know what he did with he/she/it, as long as it's out of the house.
I haven't heard the piano playing any weird solos in the middle of the night, so I'm hoping that he/she/it is gone!
Ugh!!! Yuck!! *shudder*
Casey, don't move back to Arizona. It is a known fact that writers can not tell a simple story without exaggerating. Hehe. The full grown mice that got into the house last year was about 5 or 6 inches long, not counting the tails.
ReplyDeleteDay 2, still no mouse in the trap...
Pep, I'm an avid reader of your blog. I actually followed you here from Literotica. I wasn't going to comment until I'd finished WOS, however, the rat story had me laughing my head off. My colleagues probably thought I'd had a mental breakdown.
ReplyDeleteI understand how you feel though. I don't hate rodents, more like I'm indifferent. However, snakes and cockroaches give me the creeps. Cockroaches I can easily kill. With snakes there's this horrid fascination. I can watch them from a distance.
My younger sister is the scaredy cat in our house. She panics even when you say 'Boo'. She just got married in July this year and has suddenly become very strong. When I asked why, I discovered that her husband is even more of a scaredy cat than she is but only when it comes to rodents, snakes e.t.c. They once found a rat in their apartment, and he jumped on the bed screaming 'baby, kill it, kill it'. On another occasion, when he was alone, he actually left the apartment and moved to his mother's place until his elder brother killed the rat. Now that might not sound funny but just picture a 6' 3" almost 200lbs manly man doing that and you get the picture. She said she thought she was easily scared and then married someone who was worse. She had to grow a spine fast!!
lol @ previous comment. i can just picture the man running screaming through the house *chuckles*
ReplyDeletehilarious. one would think the rodent was more scared the the big manly man and would race the other way.
Hilarious! I am laughing my butt off, I'm sure the hubby thinks I'm crazy. I think ev1 must have a mouse/rat story. I remember my friend telling me about hers and she called the boyfriend, who came over and kept asking her, what she wanted him to do. Of course she was like "kill the bastard" and the bf was scared and jumped on the couch with her when they thought they saw it. and she was like Why did u come if you're scared to kill it?
ReplyDeleteMan pep u would have died at my house. Some neighbor was real nasty and they moved(finally), but we got a freaking infestation of them things. I mean we bought out the 99cent store of rat traps(glue). I mean we caught two and three mice on each trap. I set up a baracade outside my room, rat traps lined the wall and towels were rolled and stuffed undermy door. Uggh even now my skin is crawling.
ReplyDeleteKali...I would have run away from home.
ReplyDeleteAll of your comments are so funny and it's helping me to relinquish my unreasonable fear of the little creatures. I mean, I'm not afraid of it biting me...I'm more afraid of the idea of it. Especially helpful is when you all were describing how scared the men were. I was laughing out loud at work too! I'm going to start a new thread...a scary thread just for Halloween.
ReplyDeleteKim, when I read that the cat beat you up the steps it reminded me of the story with the punchline "I don't have to outrun the bear. I just have to outrun you."
ReplyDeleteHope the mouse is gone.
JG
Oh, and perhaps you should get a second cat. A brave one who will run toward the mouse instead of trying to outrun you. :)
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The mouse has still not been caught. Now my friend is convinced that there is no mouse. He says, 'It's highly unlikely that there is no mouse droppings...blah blah blah'
ReplyDeleteAll I know is that I heard something chewing away in the corridor. And why is there wood splinters? I know I didn't do it. And furthermore maybe the mouse went outside to do his business. Maybe there is a big pile of droppings wherever he is hiding!
I went downstairs when I got home from work. Friend left and won't return until the weekend so I had to check them myself. We put peanut butter on them and still no mouse. Okay, I confess, I only checked one trap, I was too scared to check the one in the bathroom. I'm thinking about Cass and the way she ran hysterically into a wall and bloodied her nose and blacked her eyes...
Oh yeah, so I put the cat in the basement to find the mouse and couldn't find the cat because she was hiding. I obviously was not going down to search for her because then I might have found the mouse instead of the cat.
ReplyDeleteMy daughter located her by standing at the top of the stairs shaking a bag of chips and she came running!
Lol Pep learn from me, hysterical running is never a good thing! Though I think that the worst part was having to explain how I got such bruises. For some reason I thought I would get sympathy when all I got was laughter.
ReplyDeleteYou have a very smart cat. I would run for chips too. Yum!!!
lmao! when my fiance was younger they had a mouse and his mother REFUSED to set foot into the kitchen until they killed the mouse and SHOWED her. Needless to say after a few days of fast food SO got proactive and caught the aforementioned mouse and mom resumed cooking.
ReplyDeleteNow if it's a centipede, I'm not going anywhere. I'd take a mouse faster than a centipede any day. I will and have nearly killed myself getting away from one. JUST A PICTURE of one will send me into a frenzy of terror.