Eeek….It’s A Mouse…

No one likes to admit it, but we’ve all been there. There’s a mouse in the house!!!

I told you we’ve moved our 5th Wheel over to a nice grassy area. A week after we made the move, I found a mouse gift (if you know what I mean). My Big Boy was not at all happy with the move we had made due to his nagging wife. Of course, he knew this would happen, just forgot to mention it to me! Now, I have two things that I’m just pretty darn terrified of…snakes and mice!

I set a trap or two, “No Bait, No View” (just the kind I like) and wore my flip-flops at all times, just in case. No more going barefoot for me, a 5th wheel has a limited amount of space, and that little varmint was hiding somewhere!

Having a great Mother’s Day phone call with my oldest daughter when…out he came! Shrieking…”honey, there he is! the mouse…the mouse.”   At this point, I was standing on the sofa, phone in hand. “He’s under your chair.” “Oh my gosh, he’s huge!” (which of course, he wasn’t…maybe a field mouse on steroids…at least that’s what I saw) Due to my shrieking, my daughter decided to hang up. Phone call ruined, and now I know the monster is in my space, and not shy!

One more trip to the store, and I have loaded my 3’x4′ kitchen with sticky traps! (Do you know how hard it is for me at 6am, before coffee, to tip toe around sticky traps!! Those suckers stick, I know from experience. The last thing I want to do is touch one.)  I’ve also purchased the “As Seen On TV…Electronic Rodent Repeller”.  I’m putting out the big guns, and at this point the little sucker has cost me about $40!

Two days later and the mouse has been winning! I can’t believe it! I hear him, and even found my Orville Redenbaucher nibbled. What does he do, long jump over the sticky traps? Whoever said mice don’t have a brain.

This morning, I’m up early, with my coffee and you. I hear him, he’s in the popcorn drawer. I’ve gotten smart and put a sticky pad in there. But…I’m too scared to open the drawer. Too chicken to find out who’s winning this game today.  Wishing My Big Boy would wake up…someone’s got to open the drawer…and that someone isn’t going to be me. 

Why is it now Lord, that you bring to mind Paul’s scripture about the thorn in his side?  2 Cor. 12:7  “there was given me a thorn in my flesh…to torment me.”  8 “Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me.”  9  “But He said to me, My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” 

A little mouse, a small reminder that no matter my fear, no matter my frustration, my God is watching over me.


About 49andcounting

Hi! I'm a mom, wife, grammy, sister, friend at that ALMOST 50 age!! (Okay, since I started this a few years ago...well, add a bit to 49andcounting!) How the heck did I get here so fast?!? I love, love, love- my girls, antiques, rural America, history, Jesus, junkin,the lake and my Big Boy...not particularly in that order. It's about time I change this profile a bit. After a year or living in our 5th wheel in beautiful Pennsylvania, My Big Boy and I are back to the Kansas Prairies. And there's just nothing like "Home Sweet Home". Hitting the Big 50 has its own unique, well...let's say...blessings :) So come along, laugh with me...cry with me...praise God with me...and let's do this 49andcounting thing, together!
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2 Responses to Eeek….It’s A Mouse…

  1. Hanna says:

    When you’re experiencing the pitter-patter of little feet and it’s not a walking, talking bundle of joy standing on two legs… they say to try

    Peppermint and Peppermint Oil:
    In just about every home remedy circle, you will hear that mice cannot stand the scent of peppermint or peppermint oil. Soak a cotton ball in the oil of peppermint and place it at a suspected entryway.

    guess you will have to start enjoying the smell of peppermint 🙂 or quit eating popcorn! love you

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