Without Further adieu, The story of the Mouse Catchers. Two Editions.
Randy's Version:
On Sunday I walked downstairs to witness a mouse running across the kitchen counter tops. Randy came downstairs and we tried to find where the mouse went in order to capture it – but to no avail.
The next morning, Austin and Tyler ran upstairs to inform us that they have caught the mouse. Apparently, they saw the same mouse (we hope the same mouse) running again across the kitchen counter top. Thinking quickly, they threw a wad of paper towels at it to prevent it from running the direction it was headed (to its imminent escape) and then they both grabbed Tupperware bowls and ran around until they cornered it and slammed the bowl over it in order to capture it. We were very proud of their teamwork and quick thinking. And we are particularly grateful to have that mouse outside of our home now rather than inside of it.
Maureen's Version:
It was a typical Sunday morning. I was thinking to myself as I walked downstairs to the kitchen to get breakfast going for the family "Man, I really have it together this morning". I turned on the lights to the kitchen and I saw a mouse scurry across the counter and crawl up the spice rack up the dish cabinet. I immediately started screaming. It was completely traumatic. I then proceeded to run over to the cabinet and figure out where it went. I was scared to look up the side of the cabinet for fear that when I looked up, it would jump down on my face. Looking back, mice don't do that possessed animal attacking thing - that's reserved for rabid bats and monkeys. Anyway, we then commenced to cleaning the entire house, trying to inspect different places to figure out how the little rodent got in, but also I think to prove to ourselves that we didn't live in some sort of condemned house - I thought that, most certainly not Randy.
We set mouse traps on the counter, hoping to lure the nasty thing in with a peanut butter treat. We went to church and I mourned the fact that I had two mouse traps on my kitchen counter top.
All Sunday, no mouse. I was not excited about the prospect of potentially having a mouse STILL in my house but I was also convincing myself that it probably went back outside. Then I worried it got stuck in the walls and it would die and would stink and we'd have no way to get it out. Somehow that night, I fell asleep.
Of course the girls were up in the middle of the night - legitimately - one fell out of bed and the other woke from her sister's cries. To be honest, when I heard them cry I debated on going downstairs because I didn't want a mouse to run across my feet. I bolted downstairs taking as few of steps as possible, comforted the girls and went back to sleep.
Monday morning I am getting ready for the day and I hear the boys come upstairs - mind you, it's maybe 7am- and the boys say, "We caught the mouse". They were so proud. They used teamwork and quick reactions to catch the bugger. Tyler scared it into a corner, and Austin was ready on the other side, slamming a bowl on top of it as soon as it ran near him. I'm impressed, knowing how fast little mice run. Needless to say, that was the end of the mouse escapade in our house.
After some investigative work we realized the mouse came in through the garage, as we were cleaning it out on Saturday.
Thankfully we are not the house in the movie Ratatouille. I'm grateful for my mouse catchers. And I'm grateful I don't have to take anxiety medicine now.
Two versions of the same story, a his and hers. Same end result - we both don't like mice, especially in our house.
