Mices

Weeks ago, when we were starting to move in to the house, we noticed that there was a problem with the gas fireplace. When Chris lifted up the lower panel to check the pilot light, we saw that there was a rat trap with some bait on there. We got a little concerned, but since the trap hadn't been sprung we thought nothing of it..... until this morning.

On the weekends Chris and I like to sleep in. He mostly likes to because during the week, when the company he works for is in their "off season," he has to wake up at 7, leave the house by 7:15, and be at work by 8. That gap of time between is the drive he takes. Also, since he is super sweet, he stays up until midnight so that he can spend more time with me. (Little side note: when his job is "on" for the season, the time he has to get there is bumped up by an hour, and then he doesn't get home until close to 5.)

Anyhoo, back on topic. This morning we got up a little late and went in to the TV room. After waiting for about a half hour to start breakfast (I have acid reflux so badly where I have to take meds daily, and it instructs me to wait 30 minutes after taking it to eat anything), we decided to just have some cereal because we had things to do today. We grabbed the bowls, grabbed the cereal, and it was when we opened the drawer where we keep our silverware that things got a little gross.

Chris picked up a spoon, said something along the lines of "what the hell," and when I turned my head to see what it was, I got to gaze upon little mouse crap. That then made me have to look in the drawer, and scattered throughout were several more dollops of shit. Most people would've lost their appetite, but not I! I was hungry, but I should probably clarify that my hunger had nothing to do with rodent excrement. I'm strange, but not that strange.

So after Chris hand washed a couple of spoons, we enjoyed our cereal that started to get a little soggy. Right now we have some mice stuff that is supposed to kill them after they ingest it. I admit that I feel pretty damn bad knowing that I'm about to kill these cute little guys, but wild rodents carry filth and disease - two things that I don't feel comfortable putting in to my mouth.

Another thing that makes me feel guilty is that when I was a little girl, I used to have a pet rat named Squeakers. I adored Squeakers, but she was a domestic rat that was born in a pet shop until I purchased her. She was a really great pet but unfortunately ended up passing away from cancer. She actually got it once before the last tumor and we took her to a vet to get the first tumor removed. We thought that she was in the clear but some time later a new one popped up and we just didn't have the money to fund another operation. It was pretty sad.

Having had a rodent as a pet is probably why I won't get like most women and shriek if I see a mouse in the house (oooh... I made a rhyme), but that doesn't mean I won't get disgusted by the fact that feces are touching things I cook with and eat off of.

Tonight we will put out the stuff, obviously away from places our cat can get to, and I'll keep you guys posted!