Fist fights, knife action, drawn guns, fat chicks... I have experienced dangerous episodes but nothing like this. I bought a house with an addition, and all that comes with it. Minor foundation problems have burdened me recently but nothing that warrants major concern. Apparantly there is a small hole that leads from the bottom of the solarium to beneath the deck, I discovered it tonight and began to fix it. I jabbed a straightned hanger into the hole and felt something squishy, I called my wife to bring me the flashlight. As I stood up to grab it A MOUSE exited the hole and started running toward the open door to the house! Wifey saw it and started screaming, I yelled to her in horror, "CLOSE THE DOOR!" She did so, then to my terror I realized that I was alone with the rodent and it was coming right at me. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I yelled like a b****, cause I didn't know what else to do! Wifey wouldn't open the door so I did what any toughguy would do in that situation, hopped around like I was running in place and telling my wife to open the damn door! Apparantly the mouse was as bewildered as we were because he took a lateral spin westward and took refuge somewhere under the jacuzzi. After the dust settled, I wiped the sweat from my brow, snot from my lip, a little tear from my eye and wondered if my family feels a little less safe with me as their protector. Though reluctant, I'm going back in.
Those rodents can definitely be unnerving. A former roommate of mine went to our kitchen in the middle of the night one night for a snack, and accidentally stepped on a mouse barefoot. I still get grossed out just thinking about it.
AB, Dont feel bad man. Im the same way with my wife. She sees a roach or a bug or whatever and will freak out and is like "Honey, go take care of that bug" while she is cowering in the corner. Of course Im like, "I dont particularly wanna put my hands on a roach or go rodent hunting" and though Im not scared of stuff like that, bugs and rodents give me the heebeejeebees. I prefer to just ignore the problem if i can get away with it. I figure, if i ignore it long enough, the problem will go away and disappear!
what do you do with a mouse anyway (in case it ever happens)? do you just trap it in something and throw it out. do you kill it with something. if so, what the hell do you kill it with. i'm not squishing a mouse all over the place.
AB - follow Chuck Norris' lead and bite the rat!!! One time I smashed a cockroach with my bare hands, gross!
Man, AB you would have never made it long in the house I used to live in. Well, calling it a house is a bit much. It wasnt even to the level of a shady apartment in 5th ward. More like a tiajuana jail cell. The place was so bad that as you walk up the steps to the "living" area you could see little woodchuck pieces of particle board that the rats had cut their teeth on. Not mice--rats! Big ones! The kind of animal that stares you down when you happen to catch him at feeding time. At any rate, these rats had open access to this house. And they took full advantage of that. At night, they would come into my bedroom surrying for food. And they made this god-awful sound like fingernails on a chalk board. Luckliy I only had one encounter that I know of where one actually got on my bed. I'll spare you the details on that ...
AB, Don't feel bad. I am scared to death of mice. I don't know what I would have done if I was you...maybe scream like a biotch. Oh and thanks kbm for telling me that story of rats. Now, I won't be able to fall asleep tonight.
The "solarium?" Pretty upscale mouse. Jacuzzi, whatnot. Must'of been pretty perturbed by the coathanger surprise.
Thanks for the words of encouragement I actually went out and bought a couple of traps (putting cheese on those damn things is pretty difficult), some pellets and some high tech rodent deterrent. This thing in supposed to emit some sound that runs them off, WHATEVER. Hopefully I'll awaken to find that the critter has gone to meet his maker. I'll take credit, but not that much...
My mother had a bad experience, even worse than Another Brother's... I'm not frightened of rodents (although bugs often freak me out), but I can imagine being freaked out by this... We were in a condominium in Tahoe, and I woke up at around 6:30 or 7:00 to the sound of my mother screaming her head off. Turns out what had happened is that she had tried to put on some slippers in the closet. She got the first one on, but couldn't get the second one... gee, there was something furry in the toe of it... it was a rat. She led me to the closet where I discovered that the offending rodent was dead, a fact that I had to reassure my mother of several times. Freaky stuff, huh?
That won't work! It smells the cheese and moves in toward the trap, then hears the sound and runs off. Your trying to kill the rat, and I don't think confusion is a good way.
A few years back about 2 in the morning an extremely loud squeal wakes me up. I start hearing alot of weird noises followed by another squeal now in my bedroom. I flip on the light semi freaked and see my cat playing with a giant rat. The little sh%t is having the time of his life flipping this thing in the air and attacking it. The problem is the rat is fighting back and still very alive (he is also making freaky noises). I'm completely lost on what to do because I don't want this rat to bite my cat or escape. I decide to grab a bat in closet, while i'm doing this the cat takes the rat into the living room. When I run in there the cat has the thing trapped in a corner and its standing on its back legs making a hissing sound. I swear it looked liked the rat was going to jump at the cat, so I take a swing...ug, not hard enough. I'm fully freaked at this point, next swing did it...ug. This is the worst of about 10 incidents of my smart arse cat bringing his prey in the house for amusement.
I can handle just about any insect, but I dont deal with mice, rats or any other rodents. Back when I played football in high school, some guys emptied an entire trash can into this guy's locker. When we came into the locker room to get ready for practice the next day, this rat came running out of the locker. When I saw it I jumped on top of the bench in locker room and hollered like a girl. Our starting D tackle did the same thing, except he was about 6'4 and about 275 pounds. A few of other guys did the same thing too. Everybody got a good laugh out of it except the guy whos locker got trashed.
Another Brother, You're a comedian... I wouldn't worry about "losing" the macho image. But all kidding aside, the only thing more scary than those rodents are the giant cockroaches on the wall that you want to flatten, but as you come closer, they decide to launch and fly towards you. I run screaming when they do that... that scares me. I'd rather have a pork chop tied around my ass and have a pack of pit bulls chase me than see one of those roaches flying at me.
LMAO!! about the flying roaches. one night i'm just sitting on the couch, my mom's in the kitchen and all of a sudden she lets out two huge screams. well i'm slightly worried, thinking what could be wrong. i get up fast enough, even strained a muscle a little, and run in to find out a huge MFing roach had flown and landed on her and that's what caused all the screaming. needless to say she sprayed that thing good.
