Under the sink
By Three Crazy Dogs | August 21, 2007
Guess what I found this evening? Since we moved in these buggers were there all the time and in the garage. Sometimes we find them in the laundry room behind the refrigerator, in the basement.
These buggers are…………………..
That mouse is still alive. When I moved the trash bucket and the packet of dish scrubers, that thing looked at me, moved its tail, but can’t escape.
DB bought these Stick ‘Ems which worked really good. About 24 hours, the mouse will be dead. I feel bad when I see it laying there. It’s funny, when I don’t see it and DB told me the traps are loaded with mice, I’m ok.
I hope I don’t get to see this again….yeah, fat chance. Now I know why the former owners had 2 cats in the house.
11 Comments
aiyahnonya on August 22, 2007 at 5:09 am.
Eeeee…………..
I think you need a pest buster. And maybe a cat too.
Reminds me of those in Ipoh .
Two Crazy Dogs on August 22, 2007 at 7:36 am.
I thought of a cat, but DB is allergic to cats!! Darn it.
aiyahnonya on August 22, 2007 at 10:04 am.
Allergic to what ? Cats and dogs have fur .
dawn on August 22, 2007 at 10:19 am.
that’s what I thought too, but there’s a difference which I still could not figure it out. I guess I can say that cats’ dander are more terror!
aiyahnonya on August 22, 2007 at 10:43 am.
Maybe he thinks cats are not manly enough.
“dogs are man’s best friend” mentality.
Uncle Lee on August 22, 2007 at 11:37 am.
Hi Dawn, enjoying the banter between you sisters. I thought you would have lifted up your dress and jumped on the nearest table and scream like that lady in movie ‘Psycho’ behind the shower curtains? Ha ha. You not afraid of rats?
My wife cannot tahan cats. They scratch her curtains, only come when hungry, otherwise they galavant meow here, meow there, mau ta’mau all over.
If my wife were to see a mouse or rat, all hell will break loose, short of her calling the Marines or Green berets….she sure get the heeby jeebies if sees one.
I remember long ago, in Penang Gurney drive…there I was holding hands with an SYT eating rojak from a hawker sitting on the seawall, when we heard scratchings behind us. Holy Smoke, it was a rat, as big as a cat! She jumped up, the rojak went flying like wedding confetti, she chabut almost got hit by a passing car, and I almost fell into the sea. Bang goes our moonlight romantic rendevous. Thus no more sit on seawalls, coffee houses only. Where got romantic like that! Ha ha.
Have a nice day, Dawn, UL.
simple american on August 22, 2007 at 4:20 pm.
My daughter is ok with cats, but not dogs. I do not understand why one and not the other.
I find mice sometimes too. In fact I suspect some may be living in my pantry now. Time to buy some traps.
Two Crazy Dogs on August 22, 2007 at 7:13 pm.
AN: He said cats are a pain in the ass!!! Like what Uncle Lee said, all they want is attention but they do not give you any attention.
Uncle Lee: I have never screamed when I see mouse. Actually what I said was: “There’s a rat!” DB said, “A rat??” Me, “I mean a mouse.” For some reason I always call a mouse a rat. DB said do you know how big a rat is? It’s as big as a frigging rabbit!!!
Your story with that SYT really funny. You must write all these on your blog to share with us. Makes me laugh .
I’m not afraid of mouse, rat, cat, lizards, crockcroaches, but the one thing I’m afraid of are snakes, which I bet is every ones most hateful reptile!
Thanks for dropping by, Uncle Lee!
aiyahnonya on August 23, 2007 at 2:47 am.
Any creepy crawlies and I will run. But not rats. Maybe because our house use to have them. Remember the baked rats.
U.lee,
that was funny.
Two Crazy Dogs on August 23, 2007 at 6:42 am.
SA: got me there too!
AN: those baked rats!! they were disgusting
simmie on August 23, 2007 at 2:55 pm.
guess what? We just caught a mouse two days ago. Well, it was more like me who was doing most of the work. I was sitting on the floor in the study and I thought I saw something run by. You should have seen the look on Forrest’s face. He was squeamish when he saw the mouse!! hahhaha!!
We didn’t have any of the stick ‘ems or mouse traps. We had to use the metal wastebasket to trap the mouse. It was soooo tiny, probably 1 or 1 1/2 inch. Probably a baby. We didn’t want to kill it. Instead, we put it in a plastic bag and threw it in the dumpster. Felt kinda bad about it. But then again the mouse will have a good life living in the landfill.