Thursday, February 3, 2011

I Am Never Going to Live This Down

Last night was just like any other night in my home.

That is, until I ran down to the basement to switch the laundry over to the dryer.

If you follow me on twitter, then you would have read this lovely gem last night:

Yes. Yes. You read that right.  A mouse in my dryer.

I was switching the clothes over from the washer to the dryer when I saw it.  An obviously drowned white mouse laying at the bottom of my washing machine.

I freaked the freak out.  How did it get it there?  Was he in my laundry while I placed it in the washer?  Was he stuck in the bottom and I threw the clothes on him?  How many more mice were living in my basement? Do I rewash these clothes or should I burn them?

{A few weeks prior to this event I found a drowned mouse in the utility sink in the basement where my washing machine drains into.}

Where are these mice coming from? We have never had a mouse issue.

A phone call to my husband ensues.  I frantically explain the dead mouse in my washing machine as he tells me to simply "get it out."  Get it out? Me? Get it out?  Oh no, no way.  I do not deal with dead animals.  That is one of the reasons I got married.

So long story short, I got the mouse out.  I had gloves on and four plastic bags protecting my hand.  Sweating, breathing heavily, making sounds I never made before, I got the sucker out.  I knotted the bag tight and put him in the garbage bin outside.

I am scarred for life.

Fast forward to this morning.  My sister calls me:

Sister: Was the mouse white?

Me: Yes it was white.

Sister: Um, the boys were playing with a white rubber mouse at my house the other day.

Me: Are you kidding?

Sister: No.  I thought it was kind of funny when you said it was white. 

Me: You're not just saying this to make me feel better are you?

Sister: No.  Really.  It's a toy.

Yes folks.  The mouse that caused my anxiety attack that is now wrapped in four plastic bags tight and in the garbage bin outside was a toy.

My husband got word. 

I'm never going to live this down.

1 comment:

  1. Lol I would have been freaking out too. You are one brave woman to get that thing out of your washing machine. At least you don't have to burn your clothes now.



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