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March 24, 2011

Horseshoe Canyon: Mrs Mouse

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kathryn Colestock-Burke @ 8:49 pm
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Tricia took this in the middle of the night. I was looking for Mrs Mouse.

Scritch scritch scritch chew chew chew at 2 a.m. in a remote trailer can mean only one thing: I have a companion. I slipped out of my cozy sleeping bag in the general direction of the sound, and sure enough caught her plump body and beady little eyes in my headlamp just before she disappeared out the hole under the kitchen sink. Just her fleshy pink tail remained to taunt me. No steel wool around here, so I looked in the tool kit and selected a large hammer whose handle perfectly filled the hole. Jamming it in place, I hoped Mrs Mouse would be frustrated enough to give up.

No. Let us just say that guest Tricia and I, robbed of quality sleep, found Mouse’s tenacity aggravating. I would not be beyond killing an innocent creature if I had anything trap-like. Only three more nights to listen to her trying to get in…

I’ll keep my food in my car.

Feel free to tell a good mouse story in the comments section.

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7 Comments »

  1. Nice photo. I was hoping to see what the inside of the sheepherder’s trailer looked like.

    Comment by Ed Oak — March 24, 2011 @ 9:08 pm | Reply

  2. Mouse story?

    Was asked to house sit for a couple who were moving overseas for three months (work-related). In the walk-through of the house before they left, I was assured they’d never had a mouse.

    Roughly two weeks later, as the weather turned colder and I tucked into life as a house-sitter, I found scat in the silverware drawer. And a shredded pastry brush.

    My faithful Dad came over and set traps. Looked for possible entry points. And we waited.

    In the end I think we caught eight or nine mice. One night I heard a trap spring as I was watching television. One trap caught the mouse by the tail. It was alive and well in the morning.

    At one point my Dad said he was not going to come over every time I heard a trap spring. Probably because he had come over, emptied and reset the trap, gone home, and another mouse was caught.

    Needless to say, I am thankful for my Dad, my boss (who also cleared traps for me one evening), and my almost-husband. I never had to empty a trap.

    Oh, and there was at least a week I barely slept.

    The only mice I like now are named Mickey and Minnie and they run a theme park near our previous abode.

    Comment by shelley — March 24, 2011 @ 9:51 pm | Reply

  3. Ah…when we were living at the boarding school in England..oh wow…we could see them running across the dorm floor in the evening. We had food in our tuk boxes ( wooden crates with locks ) that were in our closet..but oh yes…my room mates saved me a number of times when they started to throw shoes at them to try and get rid of them. You could hear the scrape of their feet and pitter patter of their paws especially right after lights out at 10 pm.

    Comment by Chris — March 25, 2011 @ 7:34 am | Reply

  4. Tricia? and here i thought you were alone……

    Comment by john — March 25, 2011 @ 8:09 am | Reply

    • One night I had a (human) guest. She takes photos of me in my PJs.

      Comment by Kathryn Burke — March 25, 2011 @ 11:35 am | Reply

  5. My mouse story takes place many years ago when we were renovating an old farmhouse in western Minnesota. It was on our 7 acres of garden, hayfield, sheep pen, chicken coop, and shelter belt.One evening I heard a horrible sound in the kitchen and isolated it as coming from the large, old fashioned pulldown flour bin. Anyone remember those? Anyway, there was the mouse skittering around. What to do? It seemed like a good idea at the time. I kept a couple of cats in the chicken coop and they did keep down the rodents very efficiently. I went to get one, carried it into the kitchen, and dropped it in the flour bin. A horrid screeching,banging,scuffling sound ensued. I pulled open the drawer and out jumped kitty, looking very smug, with the maximally demoted mouse in her jaws. I managed to shoo her outside, fortunately with her prize still firmly clutched in her jaws. Once my rapid heart rate slowed down, I got to work disinfecting the bin,with my belief that wildlife belongs out in the wild firmly reinforced.

    Comment by chris youngman — March 25, 2011 @ 3:17 pm | Reply

    • You are one resourceful girlfriend. Thanks for the laugh.

      Comment by Kathryn Burke — March 26, 2011 @ 10:37 am | Reply


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