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A Little Bit of Sanity and A Lot of Chaos: Here mousey, mousey....

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Here mousey, mousey....

First, I see there are a few newbies ready to laugh hysterically, cry emphatically and be inspired randomly....Welcome aboard! Thanks for following!

Second, if mice make you squirm, then don't look at the following photos....but read the story, because it's funny.

The other day we were playing in our usual spot. The garage. We play there a lot. A LOT. Porter saw something "huge and gigantic and a big monster" scurry into the garage. He was looking all over for something and he couldn't find it. I figured he just "thought" he saw something, but didn't really see anything.

Then the next day, we were....well, playing in the garage and we started to clean up. I picked up a blanket out of the wagon, for some reason, I don't know why....and found some teeny, tiny little friends.

To say that I was freaked out, was a slight understatement. Tom was out of town, so there was no one to rescue me. Not that I really need rescuing, but come on. Teeny tiny mice....mice!

Oh, the boys. THE BOYS were so excited. They could hardly stand it. They wanted to touch them and pick them up and hold them and squeeze them like Lenny did...but I wouldn't let them.

I got my rubber gloves and a paper towel and the box that a six pack of spray paint comes in and I was ready to rescue.

And so, here they are. Five little friends.

The boys spent some time staring at them....

Then I took the boys up to bed and told them I would have someone come and take them to some place safe.

While I ran the boys up, someone (someone being the momma, since we saw her run in the garage and hide while we were looking at the littles) rescued three of the little ones. Crap. So, I took the remaining two over to the neighbor who took them some place safe and warm, I'm sure.....

I ended up finding their nice furry and warm home underneath an IKEA cabinet in a box storing our jumper cables. Huh.

Even though they left a mess in our garage, it was quite a learning experience for the boys. They saw their tiny little whiskers and hair, and they saw them breathing and even saw their tiny hearts beating.

I mean, they really do look kind of cute here, don't they????

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Blogger Michelle said...

I would have been screaming and freaking out.

August 11, 2010 at 3:55 PM  
Blogger Mallory said...

First of all, those are some pretty cute little ugly things.

Second of all, isn't amazing how much kids love baby animals?! I remember growing up at my dads farm and finding 12 baby mice in the rabbit food one time and we all were begging to hold them and feed them and keep them as pets. You couldn't pay me to do any of those things now.

August 11, 2010 at 3:55 PM  
Blogger beester_2000 said...

I must have been born and raised in a box myself- I have never seen a newborn rodent in person or in a picture. I have, however, seen a fully grown one, and ran screaming into my house while my boys looked at me like I was insane. You are BRAVE!!!!!

August 11, 2010 at 4:08 PM  
Blogger Suzanne@Meridian Road said...

If you had found them a few weeks from now, they'd really be cute. But hairless? Euww. Not so much. Good job on handling it like you did!

We live in the country. We get a lot of mice. I'm beyond screaming now. I think I'm just resigned to them.

August 11, 2010 at 4:11 PM  
Blogger Anita @ GoingALittleCoastal said...

I'd prefer them with a little fur on them before calling them cute. But they do seem rather helpless. My boys had gerbils when they were little. We thought the same sex. Not so much. They would not stop having babies! We would take the babies back to the pet store and they'd have more. It was a constant maternity ward at my house. And they can be rather...lets just say they'd "take care" of the babies that were not healthy. Ewwww!

August 11, 2010 at 4:24 PM  
Blogger Mandi said...

Oh wow...I just died. I hate to admit this but if I were the one to find them I think I would have thrown them in the garbage. Is that considered animal cruelty? You my dear are a brave soul.

August 11, 2010 at 4:58 PM  
Blogger Mandi said...

Oh wow...I just died. I hate to admit this but if I were the one to find them I think I would have thrown them in the garbage. Is that considered animal cruelty? You my dear are a brave soul.

August 11, 2010 at 4:59 PM  
Blogger Colleen said...

I'm definitely squealing, but it's still hilarious. Glad to have found your blog! xo

August 11, 2010 at 5:55 PM  
Blogger Debbie said...

You go girl... you are better than me!!! Several years ago my husband jumped up and said something was crawling across his back. I died laughing and said he was crazy. He left the room, and a few minutes later I saw a fuzzy little rodent scurry along the baseboard. I screamed my bloody head off and jumped up on the sewing machine cabinet. Guess who was laughing then!!!! LOL!!!!

August 11, 2010 at 6:36 PM  
Blogger Christa @ Modern Vintage Interiors said...

Oh my goodness I thought they were TOYS! They look so primative and embryo-like. So, is the mouse family staying?

August 11, 2010 at 6:55 PM  
Blogger Rebecca said...

Wow! You are a BRAVE woman! But what an awesome experience for your boys!

August 11, 2010 at 9:05 PM  
Blogger The Polka Dot Closet said...

I do think the mice are cute...freak out time for me was when i saw a snake in the garage!!!YIKKES


August 11, 2010 at 10:22 PM  
Blogger Lady Thought said...

They are cute, much cuter than the grown up one we found this week in the garage (deceased, i'm assuming of natural causes). However, we have a pet snake, so I look at those guys and think snake food!

August 13, 2010 at 10:02 AM  

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