I am a lover of all creatures, both great and small. Except perhaps…spiders. And snakes.
And…did I mention spiders?
Also…when I say all things…generally, I like them to be alive. Dead just doesn’t do it for me.
With all of that being said…
One of the cupboard doors in my kitchen fell off. The one that conceals the mess of cleaning crap under my sink. Yeah…just another exposed mess in my house!
On Friday, one of my cats was freaking out in front of this said exposed area. Hunched in a predatory way. Fangs bared. Fur standing up on end.
But…we figured she was just kind of freaking out…for no particular reason so…we left the house and went about our business.
I took my son out to dinner. Hubby did something else but…I can’t remember back that far. I mean, c’mon…it’s already been two days!!
We met back at home. Hubby was having a bunch of guys over to have some sort of beer drinking, cigar smoking, card game playing, testosterone-fest.
This showdown was called for 8pm.
A few guys showed up early.
So…you’re wondering where my love of all living things, both great and small comes in, right? Hold your panties…geez…
One of the guys says to my hubby, as he’s pointing down at the floor, “That looks, very much…like a mouse.”
Hubby replies, “Naw. It’s just one of those furry cat toys.”
The friend says, “Well…it’s awfully realistic looking.”
Then I decide, after overhearing this and noticing hubby brushing it off…to investigate.
So, I stroll into the dining room.
I look down at this thing that our friend is pointing to.
I bend down to get a closer look…
I start screaming.
On. My. Floor.
And…it was MOST DEFINITELY…a cat toy. For a bit.
I’m freaking out. Like they do in the cartoons. I’m standing on a chair, pretty much. Screaming. Blood curdling shrieks.
So hubby grabs a paper towel.
Wraps up the poor little DEAD mole who shouldn’t have been in my house in the first place…in the paper towel…
and I have no clue where he took it.
And I don’t care.
I want to know how a MOLE got into MY house in the first place.
I had to laugh at myself.
Because, at work.
This attorney that works in the office…
He trapped a mouse behind something and killed it (or so he thought).
And I volunteered to dispose of it.
But…we couldn’t find it anywhere. Which means, obviously…that thing is still floating around the office…very much alive.
Now I know though…
There is no flipping way. Ever. That I’m going to be able to dispose of ANY dead animal. No way.
Not after the “Mole Incident”.
I learned. Dead rodents. And I. Not a mix.
But if they’re alive. Different story. I’d probably have to go get the cage that housed the frogs my son found…that we got rid of…and keep the mouse or mole…or WHATEVER…for a pet.