It all started on Christmas Eve. We had been out to a friends for a drink and to sing carols (well we call it singing if you heard it you might call it something else).
We got back home did all the last minute jobs in preparation for the following day including the usual drink and mince pie left out for Father Christmas. This then started an argument about what to leave out for the reindeers and how did we know they liked carrots?
Eventually we made it to bed.
At 3.30 in the morning I was woken by a loud screaming coming from the daughters bedroom. What an earth was wrong she sounded hysterical. I tried shaking and pushing the husband awake but as usual it was me who ended up running in to her.
I clicked on the light to find her wrapped up in her duvet standing on the windowsill screaming and pointing in the direction of her desk.
In amongst the piles of books and games beneath the desk were sweets and chocolates, pressies from other kids in her class.
Turns out she had heard rustling coming from a packet of marshmallows and thought something was alive in it. I eventually calmed her down and told her she must have been having a dream and not to worry about it.
Unfortunately a couple of days later the same thing happenend again! This time I kicked the husband out of bed as it was his turn. Half an hour later and the screaming was still going on plus the husbands voice shouting obscenities and a lot of banging so I went to see what was happening.
Turned out that there was a mouse who had made a hole in the marshmallow bag and had pulled one out and ran across the daughters face on its escape route.
This was one really clever mouse. We tried everything to find and catch it but it lived in our house for months. Problem was we only ever heard it at night when it was quiet and it was never in the same place. The bodybuilder son was not too keen on sleeping when a mouse was on the loose either??? He started sleeping in hats and a zipped up sleeping bag incase it came out into his room, which it did as the nibbled mars bar proved. Then it left its mark down in the kitchen when packets of soup etc were bitten into.
Now I love animals and even though this mouse was a pain in the arse I did not want it dead just out of our house, so we bought the mouse traps that did not harm them just caught them.
Cheese and mars bar was put in them, one in each bedroom, one in the bathroom, kitchen and living room. In the morning we would check each trap but no mouse! What a clever mouse though because the cheese and mars bar would always be missing but no trapped mouse in its place.
One day he was spotted running down the stairs. The husband, son and daughter all in pursuit. He was so small but far too fast for them and again they lost him.
All this went on for weeks and weeks. One night number one son found tell tale signs that the mouse had been in his protein shake powder!! (see My Bodybuilding son) Well now it was all out war. Scared that the mouse would put on more muscle than him he decided to stay up at night with torches and cameras to work out where he came from, where he went and how best to catch him once and for all.
Finally one night in April 'Mighty Mouse' was caught. The husband and the bodybuilding son secured him in the living room. All doors and windows were sealed and armed with every conceivable utensil and tool known to man they proceded to catch him.
75 minutes later after what sounded like a herd of elephants being rounded up in my front room the door finally opened. The husband was holding a small plastic bin with a lid on and inside was mouse.
Behind him the room actually looked like elephants had trampled it. The furniture was all over the place on its sides, newspapers were scattered everywhere? The curtains were off the rails and strewn everywhere and amongst it all the bodybuilding son was sitting on the floor hair plastered to his face with sweat having probably lost pounds in the chase (so much for his wanting to put on weight).
I said goodbye and good luck to Mighty Mouse and made the husband drive up into the country lanes to let it loose.
We got back home did all the last minute jobs in preparation for the following day including the usual drink and mince pie left out for Father Christmas. This then started an argument about what to leave out for the reindeers and how did we know they liked carrots?
Eventually we made it to bed.
At 3.30 in the morning I was woken by a loud screaming coming from the daughters bedroom. What an earth was wrong she sounded hysterical. I tried shaking and pushing the husband awake but as usual it was me who ended up running in to her.
I clicked on the light to find her wrapped up in her duvet standing on the windowsill screaming and pointing in the direction of her desk.
In amongst the piles of books and games beneath the desk were sweets and chocolates, pressies from other kids in her class.
Turns out she had heard rustling coming from a packet of marshmallows and thought something was alive in it. I eventually calmed her down and told her she must have been having a dream and not to worry about it.
Unfortunately a couple of days later the same thing happenend again! This time I kicked the husband out of bed as it was his turn. Half an hour later and the screaming was still going on plus the husbands voice shouting obscenities and a lot of banging so I went to see what was happening.
Turned out that there was a mouse who had made a hole in the marshmallow bag and had pulled one out and ran across the daughters face on its escape route.
This was one really clever mouse. We tried everything to find and catch it but it lived in our house for months. Problem was we only ever heard it at night when it was quiet and it was never in the same place. The bodybuilder son was not too keen on sleeping when a mouse was on the loose either??? He started sleeping in hats and a zipped up sleeping bag incase it came out into his room, which it did as the nibbled mars bar proved. Then it left its mark down in the kitchen when packets of soup etc were bitten into.
Now I love animals and even though this mouse was a pain in the arse I did not want it dead just out of our house, so we bought the mouse traps that did not harm them just caught them.
Cheese and mars bar was put in them, one in each bedroom, one in the bathroom, kitchen and living room. In the morning we would check each trap but no mouse! What a clever mouse though because the cheese and mars bar would always be missing but no trapped mouse in its place.
One day he was spotted running down the stairs. The husband, son and daughter all in pursuit. He was so small but far too fast for them and again they lost him.
All this went on for weeks and weeks. One night number one son found tell tale signs that the mouse had been in his protein shake powder!! (see My Bodybuilding son) Well now it was all out war. Scared that the mouse would put on more muscle than him he decided to stay up at night with torches and cameras to work out where he came from, where he went and how best to catch him once and for all.
Finally one night in April 'Mighty Mouse' was caught. The husband and the bodybuilding son secured him in the living room. All doors and windows were sealed and armed with every conceivable utensil and tool known to man they proceded to catch him.
75 minutes later after what sounded like a herd of elephants being rounded up in my front room the door finally opened. The husband was holding a small plastic bin with a lid on and inside was mouse.
Behind him the room actually looked like elephants had trampled it. The furniture was all over the place on its sides, newspapers were scattered everywhere? The curtains were off the rails and strewn everywhere and amongst it all the bodybuilding son was sitting on the floor hair plastered to his face with sweat having probably lost pounds in the chase (so much for his wanting to put on weight).
I said goodbye and good luck to Mighty Mouse and made the husband drive up into the country lanes to let it loose.
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