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A Mouse Story from the Writing Collection of Kristine J. Trudeau, USA

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Kristine J. Trudeau, USA


A Mouse Story

Saturday, May 29, 2010 we discovered we had a mouse. This was not your ordinary house mouse; this one had an addiction for Stroganoff Hamburger Helper boxes. All I can figure is there's something in the chemical makeup of the ink used in printing the boxes that drove this mouse to distraction. After he had worn himself out eating an enormous hole through the box, he was too tired (or drugged) to even consider eating the contents of the box. I wanted to meet the little guy - with a trap.

I cleaned up his mess and packaged all of the Hamburger Helper boxes in large plastic containers. Larry and I smugly thought we had eliminated the problem and the mouse had moved on to greener pastures, preferably the neighbors. He moved on alright, to the blue packages of Ramen Noodles, and the red ones, and the orange ones.

At 11:00 p.m. on Wednesday, June 9, I was finally done cleaning the pantry and kitchen. I had to pull and wash every single thing on the pantry shelves that didn't look like a buzz saw had been through it. On top of the destruction, it looked like the mouse had taken a laxative.

It was war.

We set spring-load traps the new plastic ones - with teeth.

Then I saw the mouse, or it saw me. It skidded to a stop on the kitchen linoleum, turned tail and ran. It was a baby mouse. The traps were too big.

Thursday, I got home from work and checked out the mouse situation. He had eaten the peanut butter out of the trap and deposited his "Thank You" on top of my newly washed canned goods. I walked into the kitchen and watched him walk nonchalantly out from under the stove. I'll swear he looked disappointed that I had cleaned the oven. I left a piece of popcorn for him on the kitchen floor in front of the washing machine and placed the broom where I could grab it fast.

Twenty-minutes later, I quietly entered the kitchen with broom in hand. The popcorn was gone. I put another one down in the same spot and waited with broom raised for the kill. Nothing happened except my arms grew tired. Suddenly, I heard a strange hollow clunking noise in the living room. Oh great! I thought. It's not enough we've got a mouse problem, the air-conditioner's going out. I walked over to the air-conditioner and listened for it to start making the noise again. I heard the noise. It wasn't the air-conditioner it was Larry's trashcan. A mouse had jumped into the trashcan and accidently flipped a small Styrofoam bowl upside-down on top of itself. The bowl was moving around on the bottom of the trashcan. I set the broom on top of the bowl and carried the trashcan outside.

I stood outside for five-minutes in a quandary. What do you do with a mouse in a trashcan? I finally just tipped the trashcan over and let him out. He ran like a cat was after him over to the neighbors.

Our mouse problem was solved - I thought.

Larry brought home sticky-traps, just incase.

Friday morning I got up and went into the kitchen for breakfast. A mouse skydived off of the top of our kitchen curtains. I called Larry at work. "He's back," I said. That was 8:30 that morning.

A half-hour later I saw one of the saddest sights of my life; a mommy mouse and two babies were stuck in the traps, still alive. I felt like crying. I didn't know whether to cry for the mice or to cry because we had more than one mouse.

We bought D-Con.

I went to work feeling like a mouse serial killer.

I wasn't looking forward to getting up on Saturday morning to check the sticky-traps, but I had to. They were empty. I was washing dishes when I saw a grey shadow scurry across the kitchen floor. I placed a piece of popcorn in the center of a sticky-trap and put it down next to the wall near the stove where I figured he had developed a habitual run - I waited...all night.

Larry found the next two mice, a mother and a baby.

Are mice born pregnant?

We've got D-Con under the house and D-Con in the house. We've got sticky-traps. We've considered getting a cat. While Maverick was alive, the only mice we had to worry about were the ones he brought home to us as a present. We learned to never open the front door for him to come in if his meow was muffled as if his mouth was full. It probably was.

Aside from the mice that are obviously living in our crawlspace (but not for long), my next biggest problem is trying not to get D-Con mixed up with the Oatmeal when I'm half-asleep fixing breakfast.

On the bright side, maybe something good will come out of this tiny rodent invasion. I think I feel a novel in the making. If I stop eating oatmeal, I might live long enough to write it.

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Kristine J. TrudeauThank you, everyone, for the congratulations and kind comments on my "Mouse Story." KrisUSA8/16/2010 10:26:06 PM
Congratulations, Kristine! This is also a very entertaining creative piece from your hand. Take care and keep on writing. 8/12/2010 1:32:43 PM
Kristine J. TrudeauOh my goodness, I've been so consumed with getting our store open I haven't been on the internet much. Had JJ not placed a link on my FaceBook page and I spotted it in my email, I wouldn't have known that I won June's contest. Thank you, everyone, for the warm comments, and the congratulations. And thank you VoicesNet judges for considering my story a winner. I'm happy to say, we're currently mouse free. I think the word got out (or the D-Con) to the local rodent residents. KrisUSA7/25/2010 9:48:23 PM
JJIronically, after I related to this story, a mouse (R.I.P) invaded my printer and brought french fries somehow into the printer. I kept hearing this gnawing sound.USA7/25/2010 5:32:57 PM
Forest T. JonesI was feeling sick but now I feel much better. This is fantastic. Talent worth praising.God Knows7/24/2010 1:17:24 PM
Elizabeth Padillo OlesenKristine, I am sorry I forgot to write my name. It's Elizabeth P. Olesen who wrote that response about a cat to replace the mice.Keep on writing and entertain your readers with good laughs. Denmark 7/24/2010 4:23:51 AM
Kristine, this is a very good way of telling your story, every detail is described beautifully. I feel being much entertained. Congratulations! I hope one day you and Larry will decide to have a cat in your house. I believe the mice will surely depart. 7/24/2010 4:21:23 AM
Marcia SchechingerKristine a delightful story - as the reader thinks 'been there, done that'. I know mice serve a purpose in this world, but as I assume you agree, we just wish they would do it outside. Congratulations on winning with this fabulous story. :)USA7/21/2010 11:12:02 PM
Nancy Ellen CrosslandKris, got a good laugh and a bit of sadness too for the little varmints! Great story that was a delight to read. Hope you problem is gone for good! Congratulations very well deserved!USA7/21/2010 9:57:11 PM
JJBeen there, done that. Hilarious! Congrats! I am very proud for you.USA7/21/2010 9:33:24 PM
thelmaCongratulations Kris on your a most deserving win!7/21/2010 8:07:29 PM
Kristine J. TrudeauThelma: Glad I could bring a laugh and a glimmer of a tear to your day. Haven't seen a sky-diving mouse in a couple of weeks, now. lol KrisUSA6/29/2010 8:32:57 AM
thelmaKris I didnot know whether to laugh or cry after reading this, poor defenceless little mouse and babies as well, I can just see you broom in hand ready to strike lol. Yes please a novel in the making, "Dawn and the Vampire mouse" Seriously they breed like mad,go get them, hope you have seen the last of them. 6/29/2010 7:03:52 AM

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