As many of you know, I am temporarily leaving with my parents. Which has led to many wacky adventures and by many I mean one.
I was talking to my dad and he said that he thought there was a mouse loose in the house. I thought this was interesting. My parents have lived in the same house since I was one and they have never had any pest problems with mice or anything of the sort.
Then last night I am in bed reading. It is about midnight or maybe a little later. I am not sure. I hear my mom bang on the door.
“Help. Help. We need you help.”
I leap out of bed and rush to their room. My dad is looking around the room.
“There was a mouse in our bed. I think it went under it.”
So I grab a shoe box to catch and my Dad decides to lift the bed. I stand ready. I am not going to let this mouse get by me. By the way, my parents room is a mess and their is shit everywhere.
So my dad lefts the bed and not one but FIVE FUCKING MICE RUN AT ME. All I had was a 8 1/2 woman’s Easy Spirit shoe box. My parents freak out. All five mice run into other hiding areas in the room. Dressers, desks, etc.
I know my parents are not going to go to bed or allow anyone else in the house to all these mice are out of there. I felt bad about it, but I knew we weren’t going to catch them either. I am sorry animal lovers but there was only one solution and that was to exterminate. I also had to be a work at 5:30 in the morning. So I was going by the “Timmy needs to get to bed ASAP” logic.
My father and I decided to abandon the capture the mouse plan and we upgrade our shoe box to tennis raquets. He had one and I had one.
We proceeded to then hunt down the mice one by one.
me: I saw one go under your dresser.
dad: hitting a pile of clothes randomly with raquet.
me: Dad, we know for sure that there is one under here let’s just get that one.
dad: Fine. We need a flashlight.
mom: I have a flashlight.
me: We don’t need a flashlight. If you just lift the dresser I can chase him out and then you beat him with the raquets.
dad: I found a flashlight.
mom: that flash light doesn’t work
dad: Yes it does. It worked at one point so it should work now.
mom: no, they were cheap. they never worked.
dad: let me try and put new batteries.
mom: new batteries aren’t going to change anything if the actual light won’t work.
dad; well we won’t know that until we tried now can we.
mom: why don’t you just listen to me. You never listen to me.
dad; i do too listen. I am just not agreeing.
mom: well why don’t you believe me. I know the light doesn’t work, I say the light doesn’t work but you are so stubborn you can’t believe me until you mess with it for an hour.
dad: it looks like someone took the bulb out of this light-
me: CAN WE FORGET THE STUPID FLASHLIGHT FOR A MOMENT AND FOCUS ON THE MICE!!!!
That was pretty much the whole night. We ended up catching (and killing, sorry PETA) four of the mice but I could have sworn I had counted five earlier, when they had attacked ran at me. I argued again with my parents as we tore the bedroom apart. But I was positive that their was another one.
After quite some time of looking under everything. I had almost given up hope. Then I saw him. I exclaimed of his prescence to the rest of the room as my father then played a modified game of “Whack-A-Mole” finally I deliver a final blow which somehow catapulted him up in the air and across the room. (I had hit him on a binder or folder of some sort which caused it fly up in the air. I am not sure of how the physics of that worked but it happened.
me: HAHAHA Take that! You thought you could hide from me! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD HIDE FROM ME! Well you couln’t so take that! WHOOO! Thank you folks. I’ll BE HERE ALL WEEK! GOODNIGHT!
I walked back to my sisters room (that’s where I’m sleeping, she is at UT) and looked at my phone. 2:30 gotta get up in two hours. I felt bad that I had to kill those mice to get rid of them and yet I had a strong sense of accomplisment. I had a strong two hours of sleep, strong deep sleep. Sleep that i haven’t had due to stress and issues I have been having. It felt good.
Timmy Wood: 5
Mice: 0
