We had a mouse in the house! Not one of multitude of toys... And not just any mouse — a bold, oat‑flour‑loving, kitchen‑parkouring, peanut‑butter‑licking mastermind.
It all started on a deceptively lovely warm day when Mom decided, “Fresh air would be nice.” Jo Jo, our “I’m old, I’m tired, and outdoor mice run too fast so I bring them inside for enrichment activities” sister, took this as an invitation to import wildlife.
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| Jo Jo Dreaming of Frolicing Mice! |
Now, because we live in the middle of nowhere in an ancient house that has more historical mouse entry points than a medieval castle, and Mom has lived here for centuries, she knows all the old mice wiggle‑routes. They’re sealed now and Mom checks them every fall -- but Jo Jo clearly has her own… delivery system.
Kozmo and I enjoy catching mice too, but we follow the traditional method: catch outside, do not bring inside, do not store in cupboards. Jo Jo does not follow this method.
Mom discovered the intruder had chewed into:
A bag of oat flour (inside a heavy plastic bag, inside a cupboard — impressive commitment)
An unopened bag of flour
A cake mix box Basically, the mouse had gone on a gluten‑based tasting tour.
Totally. Uncool.
Mom, still not very mobile, couldn’t crawl around on the floor. Thankfully, Alex volunteered. And by “volunteered,” I mean he heroically belly‑crawled into the cupboard like he was infiltrating an enemy bunker. He found the Mouse Nest of Doom at the very back, cleaned it out, and gagged only slightly.
Mom then set vinegar containers in the cupboards (mouse aromatherapy? Nope Mice hate the smell of vinegar!), left most cupboards empty, and set a trap along the mouse trail. The mouse, however, was a certified ninja. It ate the peanut butter without triggering the trap. Repeatedly. Mockingly.
Then today… Mom walked into the kitchen, turned on the cold water, and the mouse fell off the window sill into the sink. Mom shrieked. The mouse shrieked (probably). Jo Jo watched like it was premium cable.
Alex grabbed a bowl, slammed it over the mouse, slid cardboard underneath, and marched the tiny criminal outside to the compost heap for release, where he will presumably tell his grandchildren about the time he survived The Great Kitchen Sink Plunge of 2026.
Jo Jo maintains that she was simply trying to help with groceries.
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I can't tell you how many times I laughed out loud reading this. What a tale. What an adventure and Jo Jo is hilarious. A fun post.
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Have a fabulous day and rest of the week. Scritches all around, a smooch to Marvelous Marv and a big hug to mom. ♥
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ReplyDeleteThat was a lot of excitement for a mouse. :) XO
ReplyDeleteThis is hysterical! So far our mice have stayed contained in the basement, thank goodness. I've been unable to find their entry points.
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ReplyDeleteOMC... Hilarious... I'm glad it all got sorted in the end... hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx
That was quite a mouse tail...er...tale. BOL! We get mice in our basement too and many have proven similar ninja skills of eating the peanut butter without springing the trap. Thankfully they never venture above ground so our food stuffs are safe.
ReplyDeleteThis is the best and most entertaining “wordless” Wednesday story I’ve ever read.
ReplyDeleteIt is time to go to DEFCON 3
ReplyDeleteWow, that was a determined mouse!! We too, live in a old frame house with a cellar that is made of rocks, and those mousies around here know exactly how to get in...and then they rampage into cupboards, and even get upstairs sometimes. (Upstairs one year, they found a roll of paper towels and made a huge nest with it after they shredded it,., and sometimes we find smaller nests with sunflower seed shells, they bring them inside to eat later...UGH!) They ate through hard plastic containers to get at the peanut and almond butter inside...and not a few other bags of various things. Them are naughty rascals! And here too, I think they all went to school to learn the methods of eating the trap baits but not getting caught Phooey!
ReplyDeleteThat made me laugh so much! Flynn used to bring his prey indoors, but mostly dead as a gift. I say prey because he would bring back mice, pigeons, moles, rabbits. That was okay until he found a snake's nest, then he brought back live baby snakes every day!
ReplyDeleteMom has had a mouse in the cupboard before and shrieked when she opened the door and he was staring back at her. Mitch the Airedale was the best mouser we ever had! We set traps in the garage and basement every year and this year - nothing. Mom thinks it was the white feral kitty keeping us safe!
ReplyDeleteJo Jo you are a girl after my own heart. I am so furry glad you had a mouse to play with in the house. It is too bad your mommy's food got ruined because we know how our mommies are when it comes to human food. It cost too much and it's too hard to go find. I'd give anything to have a mouse in our house. Right now I have to put up with just watching squirrels and deer in the backyard and I can't even go outside yet. Precious
ReplyDeleteCharlee: "Wow, I wish we could have mice falling out of the sky here, too!"
ReplyDeleteOona: "A ninja mouse? Sounds like possibly a worthy opponent for Oona. The ninja hedgehogs certainly are not."
Chaplin: "The ninja hedgehogs gave Dennis no end of trouble."
Oona: "DENNIS WAS NOT A NINJA."
I am hysterically laughing! what a tail/tale!!! glad the mouse had a happy ending and no permanent harm was done and hope replaced all the gluten did not break your bank account...
ReplyDeleteMOL MOL MOL It wasn't called Lumi or Chedds was it, because a couple of the Mewton-Clawson Library mice went on an unauthorised outing last week? And upon their return, they told Amber, their expedition was 'classified!' MOL
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