I stepped on a dead mouse...

[Sigmund]

Hi!

Have mercy. Goofy crud like this only happens to me. (I am THE CHOSEN one. Ha!)

Let me set it up for you.

I had not been able to get a gig for subbing last night so, sleep in. At 7:12 am this morning a teacher sent me a text. She needs me to go in and cover her class. Yay! I have a gig. Well not so much. It's 7:12 and I have to be there by 8:00. I jump up out of bed to get ready for work. Rush rush rush. I exit my bedroom on my way to the bathroom and in the hall *squish* *crunch* . I'm bare foot and I look down to see what the hey! I stepped on. It's a baby, baby mouse!

I.Stepped.On. A. Baby. Mouse. (That explains the squish and crunch. ) I was bare foot.

I look at it and can sorta tell the dang thing was dead before I stepped on it. (Does it make a difference?)

I race for the bathroom to...urinate. Come back out and look. Yeppers. It's a dead baby mouse. (It's what? two, three inches long?)

I get some paper towels to pick it up but ICK! ACK! I can feel its little tiny mouse body. I get some plastic grocery bags and pick up this abomination and throw the mess in my trash can.

This kind of goofy crap happens to me all the time. Some SKMB members ask how I come up with things to discuss? It is my life. (I just decide to share my goofy life with all of you.)

Share your weird azz experience. Please?

Ya'll take care.

 

[AnnaMarie]

Deadmau5?

 

[Pucker]

Killed a mouse with the Yellow Pages once.

The Yellow Pages is a phone book.

A phone book is . . .

Oh, never mind.

 

[Lepplady]

Hi!

Have mercy. Goofy crud like this only happens to me. (I am THE CHOSEN one. Ha!)

Let me set it up for you.

I had not been able to get a gig for subbing last night so, sleep in. At 7:12 am this morning a teacher sent me a text. She needs me to go in and cover her class. Yay! I have a gig. Well not so much. It's 7:12 and I have to be there by 8:00. I jump up out of bed to get ready for work. Rush rush rush. I exit my bedroom on my way to the bathroom and in the hall *squish* *crunch* . I'm bare foot and I look down to see what the hey! I stepped on. It's a baby, baby mouse!

I.Stepped.On. A. Baby. Mouse. (That explains the squish and crunch. ) I was bare foot.

I look at it and can sorta tell the dang thing was dead before I stepped on it. (Does it make a difference?)

I race for the bathroom to...urinate. Come back out and look. Yeppers. It's a dead baby mouse. (It's what? two, three inches long?)

I get some paper towels to pick it up but ICK! ACK! I can feel its little tiny mouse body. I get some plastic grocery bags and pick up this abomination and throw the mess in my trash can.

This kind of goofy crap happens to me all the time. Some SKMB members ask how I come up with things to discuss? It is my life. (I just decide to share my goofy life with all of you.)

Share your weird azz experience. Please?

Ya'll take care.

Oh no! Baby Jingles!

Don't feel bad. You just found it. You didn't kill it. It's in Mouseville, frolicking with its uncle and all its little friends.

 

[Blake]

did you put it in the stir fry for that lady you dislike two houses down from you.

 

[Grandpa]

Grandma and I experienced this, and we have never told anyone. We ran over a coyote once going eastbound on I-70. It was night. Speed limit 75. I did everything I could. The lights, the braking, the swerving, and still, it went under our wheels.

Don't think I'll get over it.

 

[Dana Jean]

Hi!

Have mercy. Goofy crud like this only happens to me. (I am THE CHOSEN one. Ha!)

Let me set it up for you.

I had not been able to get a gig for subbing last night so, sleep in. At 7:12 am this morning a teacher sent me a text. She needs me to go in and cover her class. Yay! I have a gig. Well not so much. It's 7:12 and I have to be there by 8:00. I jump up out of bed to get ready for work. Rush rush rush. I exit my bedroom on my way to the bathroom and in the hall *squish* *crunch* . I'm bare foot and I look down to see what the hey! I stepped on. It's a baby, baby mouse!

I.Stepped.On. A. Baby. Mouse. (That explains the squish and crunch. ) I was bare foot.

I look at it and can sorta tell the dang thing was dead before I stepped on it. (Does it make a difference?)

I race for the bathroom to...urinate. Come back out and look. Yeppers. It's a dead baby mouse. (It's what? two, three inches long?)

I get some paper towels to pick it up but ICK! ACK! I can feel its little tiny mouse body. I get some plastic grocery bags and pick up this abomination and throw the mess in my trash can.

This kind of goofy crap happens to me all the time. Some SKMB members ask how I come up with things to discuss? It is my life. (I just decide to share my goofy life with all of you.)

Share your weird azz experience. Please?

Ya'll take care.

Please tell me you washed your foot. ick!

 

[Pucker]

Grandma and I experienced this, and we have never told anyone. We ran over a coyote once going eastbound on I-70. It was night. Speed limit 75. I did everything I could. The lights, the braking, the swerving, and still, it went under our wheels.

Don't think I'll get over it.

Most people have had that experience where a squirrel will run out in front of the car -- think better of it -- run back . . . change his mind again, come back and . . . well . . . you know.

This experience is exponentially worse on a bicycle.

 

[do1you9love?]

((Poor sticky Siggy's foot)) So sorry this happened to you!

Most people have had that experience where a squirrel will run out in front of the car -- think better of it -- run back . . . change his mind again, come back and . . . well . . . you know.

This experience is exponentially worse on a bicycle.

I have never been driving (thank goodness) but several times been a passenger when various wild and domesticated animals were struck. When you live in the country it just happens. But it is not a good feeling, ever.

 

[Grandpa]

((Poor sticky Siggy's foot)) So sorry this happened to you!

I have never been driving (thank goodness) but several times been a passenger when various wild and domesticated animals were struck. When you live in the country it just happens. But it is not a good feeling, ever.

And then you're hoping that you outright killed them, because you don't want to have to go back if they're crippled and put them out of their pain. In the case of bigger animals, you might not even have the capability to do so. No, not good, not at all.

 

[DiO'Bolic]

Sadly, I don't think Sigmund would last two days in the Zombie Apocalypse.

I live out in the country and mice are quite common. Now, with the dropping temps it is the time of year they find their way into the garage. So begins mousetrapapalozza. One time I went to put on my work boots on. Without looking, it seems a mother mouse and her babies had taken up residence in them... My, but what sharp teeth you have, momma.

 

[skimom2]

Sadly, I don't think Sigmund would last two days in the Zombie Apocalypse.

I live out in the country and mice are quite common. Now, with the dropping temps it is the time of year they find their way into the garage. So begins mousetrapapalozza. One time I went to put on my work boots on. Without looking, it seems a mother mouse and her babies had taken up residence in them... My, but what sharp teeth you have, momma.

Yup. We're not country, but the neighbors own a trash-heap half lot behind our yard that's a breeding ground for mice. This time of year, we have traps everywhere (and I really miss my cat and our Bassett Hound that was a great mouser). I killed a little one squeezing in under the door the other day with a well-thrown boot. No mercy.

 

[Grandpa]

I live out in the country and mice are quite common. Now, with the dropping temps it is the time of year they find their way into the garage. So begins mousetrapapalozza. One

Yup. We're not country, but the neighbors own a trash-heap half lot behind our yard that's a breeding ground for mice. This time of year, we have traps everywhere (and I really miss my cat and our Bassett Hound that was a great mouser). I killed a little one squeezing in under the door the other day with a well-thrown boot. No mercy.

For those of you thinking Tom and Jerry and going, "Oh, poor Jerry," just think of those cute little rodents with vials of hantavirus strapped to their waists.

 

[not_nadine]

I had a big problem with field mice one year. It was horrible.
I tried the humane traps, and would drive them to a field to release, freaked out the whole time. yikes.

I worked with someone who used to put baited mouse traps in a paper bag, then just dispose it it. Once, it just caught the foot of the poor thing. She was so upset that she went out to her garage - started her car up and stuck the bag over the exhaust to 'put it down'.

 

[fljoe0]

I really hope that wasn't Mr. Jingles you stepped on.

 

[doowopgirl]

Siggy, if that was me I'd forever be feeling that mouse under my foot. You poor thing.

 

[do1you9love?]

For those of you thinking Tom and Jerry and going, "Oh, poor Jerry," just think of those cute little rodents with vials of hantavirus strapped to their waists.

I love mice. Outside or in a cage they are fine. Once their iittle rodent feet hit my floor (or drawers/cabinets/whatever) they are toast. Peanut butter on the traps always works best for me.

 

[GNTLGNT]

....I caught a bat in my baseball cap once....what it was doing in my cap I'll never know....(apologies to Groucho).....

 

[GNTLGNT]

 

[mcpon14]

....I caught a bat in my baseball cap once....what it was doing in my cap I'll never know....(apologies to Groucho).....

That's weird.

The weird thing with traps is that I'll accidentally have one snap on me. And it hurts like hell. This happened to me in the 90's where it was on the table and I happened to put my hand down on it. Ouch.