House Hunting!
As most of you know my family works from home – we all pitch in and do our part, it works for us.
Recently, Shawn has been in Word Press mode, using every spare minute of time he can muster to create and publish new Word Press blogs. So, it was only natural when he wrangled our son and I into working on them too.
I’ve been spending the lion’s share of my time this week between working on LocalHS and moving content over to my newest endeavors; Retail Bandit and Twain Harte Times. I must admit, I’m pretty thrilled with the way things are shaping up but the learning curve still gets to me at times.
So, I’m sitting here tonight working; trying to recall how to add new images to the photo galleries on Twain Harte Times and in walks my husband with the BB gun. When I asked him what he was doing with the BB gun, his answer surprised me but I didn’t really give it much thought at the time. He said, “I’m hunting a mouse.”
Well, certainly that should have aroused my curiosity – just the thought of him firing the BB gun in the house, normally would have prompted me to go look for damage but I kept on working for a little while longer.
About 30-minutes later, I got up to get a soda and he informs me that they (he and our cat, Sandy) had lost the mouse, somewhere in the house and that Sandy thinks it’s still hiding behind the entertainment center, but Shawn assures me it’s not.
Whatever, I’m not all that interested. I return to my office to work.
Roughly an hour later I went for a pit stop to relieve myself, just as I went to sit down, I stopped and gave the bowl a second look. There swimming in the toilet bowl was the mouse, doing the doggy paddle in circles. I screamed!
Shawn came running, fortunately he left the BB gun by the door or we might have had some real excitement. I ordered him to “do something with it.” He left – I promptly closed the lid.
Moment’s later, he returns with the cat. He made two attempts to show her the mouse but just as quickly as she entered; she bolted out of the room. She wanted nothing to do with that mouse. I asked Shawn if he was going to try to fish it out or flush it. He said he was going to flush it and pressed down firmly on the handle. Around and around went the mouse and at the last possible moment, down he went.
I asked where he would go, Shawn said, “the pipe.”
I immediately asked, won’t he come back up – oh how I wish I wouldn’t have asked that – because Shawn simply replied, “He might.”
Now, I’m terrified to use the commode because I think the mouse might come back up “the pipe.” What if he brings all his friends to take revenge?
Needless to say, I’m asking the neighbor for his key, until I’m sure the coast is clear. I only wish I had a picture to include with this post, it was the strangest thing I’ve ever seen.
Of course it certainly didn’t help my state of mind, since I had just watched , about a rat infestation that takes place like clockwork every 48 years in Mizoram, Africa.
You can believe the next time Shawn says he’s hunting a mouse with a BB gun in the house, I’m going to check it out.
Yeah, Thanks for that. I need one more thing to worry about. When I was a kid I used to worry about snakes coming up from the drain. Do pythons really live down there?
ROFLOL! You've discovered a new mouse trap! Sounds pretty humane compared to death by cat or BB gun – at least the mouse has a swimming chance. On the other hand, with all of the pythons swimming in our sewer systems he probably won't survive long. Hope the snakes don't identify your pipe as a new food source. Better flush a mouse once a week to keep the pythons from slithering up the pipe in search of a meal. Oh, and always look before you sit. Hahahahaha! 🙂