For someone like me who spends 12+ hours a day on line, it is frustrating to say the least.
So, we have a deck on the back of our house. It is built up to meet with our back door (obviously) and so there is about a foot (give or take) of space between the ground and the boards. It's the perfect spot to house any number of wayward critters. I have personally seen a 4+ foot snake slither up in there. I am certain that the dog, when let out into the yard almost every day, is not chasing phantom animals as she bolts out and immediately starts trying to cram her nose between the slats. So, I wouldn't be surprised if we had a family of possum or raccoons living up under there. Shoot I would even expect it. We keep two big bins of pet food in Rubbermaid bins by the back door, so I know that some of the critters stop by on occasion to see if we've dropped any kibbles for their midnight snack.
Our house is also surrounded by many, many trees. And because of all the woodedness (my own word, I know) - we host more than our fair share of squirrels and birds. At times it is a nuisance. And there have been several times that I have gone into the garage late at night and heard the scurry of what could only be a mouse or other rodent. Our house is old; it kind of comes with the territory.
Anyway, I am used to it and as long as I don't see anything in the house I am ok. Well last week when we had been experiencing all those days of hard freeze, I was just waiting for something to try to come into the house. And sure enough, I was sitting here at the computer one morning and just happened to look up at the ceiling. The air vent is right above my head. And there, in the air vent, was a rodent. It was walking around on the grate, just hanging out.
Yeah, I kind of freaked out a little.
In as fast as I could type my distress to my husband, the mouse/rat was gone. Then I got to worry all day about how exactly it got in there, and how on earth we were ever going to find the hole. Then, I sort of forgot about it.
The next morning, I happened to look out the back door and sitting there in all his/her fuzzy cuteness, munching on a piece of dog food, was my furry friend. I tried to get the boys to come to the door to see, but the commotion scared it over to my potted plants in the corner. It perched up on the side of a pot and finished breakfast and before I could grab the camera it was gone.
I know a lot of you reading are grossed out, but I kind of felt sorry for the little guy. It was very cold out.
I didn't think much more of it after that.
We were enjoying the absolutely beautiful weather today and Port was running in and out of the house. He was playing with the dog outside, chattering away to her in the only way little boys can talk to their dogs. It was pretty cute to listen to. At one point things got quiet, and then I heard his chatter grow increasingly excited. I was working on something with my back to the door when he ran in.
"Look, Mummai, a MOUSE!"
It was IN HIS HAND.
I screamed and jumped and then immediately tried to calm myself down so I didn't scare him. He is at that age where a bad reaction scares him pretty bad so I tried to make light of it. I grabbed him by the wrist and led him back out the door to make him drop it. After scrubbing hands and arms and changing his shirt, I went back out to dispose of it. I couldn't tell how it died - there was no slobber or anything to indicate the dog did it, and it hadn't been dead for long as it was still warm.
Port was very upset that he couldn't play with the "cute little mouse". He didn't understand that he couldn't touch him and pet him. I felt so bad!
I know it's silly for me to think that was the only one, but I have to say I do feel relieved that I know it's not camping out in my attic or air vents anymore.
Later this afternoon I returned the favor by putting a rolled up pill bug in Port's hand. He was fascinated until it started to open up, and it scared him to the point of hysteria.
We spent some time turning over the dirt in the garden. He loves looking for worms and holding them in his hand. But they don't wiggle too much. ;)