Yuck! Yuck! That is so disgusting!
I learned from my science methods teacher at BYU that if I didn't like snakes or spiders I either had to get over it, or learn to be a very good actor. Otherwise my students would use it against me. I think I like both snakes and spiders better than small, fluffy animals. But when Ian got out the pet rat when I was babysitting I knew I had a problem.
Well, it appears I have gotten worse, not better at tolerating animals. Yesterday when Kevin was putting the baby in the car on our way to the Syntheses concert I opened the silverware drawer to get out a hotpad when what to my wondering eyes should appear but the most disgustingly terrifying thing I have ever seen. A mouse jumped out of the drawer and ran under the dishwasher. Of all of the times I have used the phrase "screaming bloody murder" this is the time when it was most true. I was so convincing that Kevin left the baby half buckled and sprang from the car to see what was the matter.
Well, we set the mousetraps again in hopes of catching the vile beast while we were out. (I had had them set before because I had seen the mouse on the floor earlier this week, but they hadn't worked yet.) We went to the concert and I started out having a lovely time. Courtlin had the baby and so it was just Kevin and I, and I was feeling excited about being just with him. The music was amazing, but it was hard for me to surrender to the wonderful jazz because my mind was busy. I was occupied with various murderous plans for the mouse. I daydreamed about the things I would scream at the mouse the next time I saw it, about carving knives and tails, about inviting the neighbor's cat for a visit. The music really was wonderful. My plans were highly unlikely.
When we got home, the first thing Kevin said upon entering the house was, "Oh, there it is. Don't look." Success! The foul creature was dead in the trap. My knight in shining armor took care of it while I went to another room. If my feminist readers are scolding me for acting as if a man could do something I couldn't I say to them, "Honey, I'm a strong, intelligent woman, and as such I'm letting my man take care of me." We spent a while putting everything in the silverware into the dishwasher on an extra hot cycle and set the traps again. Kevin found another sweet, little, fuzzy animal this morning and kindly disposed of it before I was up.
In this house there will be at least two less mice stirring the night before Christmas.
Note: There are a very few exceptions to my dislike of animals. I don't have anything against toads and I actually like birds and fish as long as there is glass between us and no prospect of contact.
Note: I looked for pictures of a mouse to spruce up this entry, but they were way too disgusting to put on here. I would have to look at them again if I did. So if you're insane and think mice are cute, imagine your own.