NOT thankful

We are taking a break from our usually scheduled programming to be not grateful for a certain pest that made our morning a little crazier than we would have liked.  

Mousies.

Terrible mice.  Yes, plural.  To the tune of FIVE.  

Last night when putting away my Thanksgiving groceries, I found a disturbing tuft of fur, which led to some cleaning out of the cupboard and throwing away of a bag of flour.  We set a trap in the cupboard and caught one mouse last night.  That led me to empty out all the food from the cabinets and set both of our mouse traps.  

In the morning, I went to get a bowl of cereal but Matt suggested he should peek in the cupboard first.  After opening and slamming the door shut again, he reported the bad news - two mice scampering around my cabinets.  I couldn't believe that they had both escaped the traps, and that's when Matt told me he had some hard news - the traps had done their job, totaling two dead and two live mice.  GROSS.  Matt was able to get one of the live ones immediately with his lightning-fast reflexes, but the second proved a bit friskier.  I'll cut the story short because we're on our way to the airport, but somehow it jumped out of the cabinet and scampered back and forth along the countertop for a while, with me shrieking warnings of it's every move and Matt alternately jabbing at it with fireplace tongs and trying to lure it into a small wastebasket.  Finally we got it cornered and thought we could coax it into a large garbage can, so that we could release the thing into the wild . . . but instead of jumping into the can, it jumped onto my HAND.  I did not respond kindly (I flipped out) and it ended up on the floor, darting all over the kitchen until it met it's demise at the hands of Matthew and went the way of its ancestors.    

Later, Matt asked me why I'd handed him a plastic cup to catch the mouse in.  I told him that's how it was done in The Mouse and the Motorcycle.  Come on, everybody knows that. 

Lest you think I'm a terrible housekeeper, I'm really not, it's just that we live in a very old house in a very remote area.  Our million-year-old house is in the middle of a meadow so all the little field mice are drawn to the cozy warmth of our home.  The little boogers.

Ok, off to get the parents from the airport! Happy Thanksgiving!