NEVER throw a mouse into a commode!!!!

[Wagtail]

My wife is a former city girl. When we moved to our farm she was not terrified by mice but had no idea how to deal with them. First she would call our neighbor to dispose mice from traps. (I was working out of home for about 200 day per year). Then she graduated to using gloves and thongs to dispose them.

Why was she specifically wearing thongs (or just a thong) to dispose the mice?

just curious

 

[Mysfyt]

Wife woke me up at 3:30 this morning. Said I was snoring so loud she moved to the second bedroom. Something started moving on the floor and kept getting louder and louder. Turned on the light and one of those box like stick traps was moving around by itself. So I got woke up. Of course it was a mouse. A Tyrannosaurus mouse according to her. She is terrified of them. So, half asleep, I took it into the bathroom and pulled it loose from the glue and dropped it into the commode. I thought it was about dead but the darn thing made about six trips around the bowl before I could slam


the lid down. Wife screamed and jumped for the bathtub, spinning in midair to land on the edge where she stood jumping up and down from one foot to the other. Wife screaming, mouse squeaking, and me flushing the commode as fast as the tank would fill.

I made the mistake of laughing.


Next time I'm dropping the whole darn thing in the trash can.

I did not get much sleep last night!

RSKY

Tyranosauros Mouse! Love it! My wife has only seen 'big fat mice' in her lifetime. Evan the skeleton of a mouse was 'a big fat mouse skeleton!'

 

[MossRoad]

Not to hijack this thread always nice to have a Bat flying around in the living room with 3 teenage girls and a screaming wife.Swatting at it with a tennis racket makes great fun.Great mouse stories you folks have,got me laughing.

We had one Tuesday night. I was away. Wife and daughter called. I talked 'em through it. Get the butterfly net and aim right in front of it. Wife's aim was a little off and she knocked it out with the rim of the net. Took it to the humane society to be sent in for rabies testing. Next night, wife caught another one by herself. Left it in the net under a cake carrier cover for me to deal with. Took it in for testing, too. We've had some bat horror stories over the years. Not so much the bat, but the state health department losing one that was sent in for testing and the possibility of us having to spend thousands of dollars on rabies shots.

 

[MossRoad]

Probably ought to get another one!

We have two cats, so no mice in the house or garage ever. Once in a while one will come into the garage, but they don't last long. Even crickets or any bug of size is a goner too.

Trouble with crickets is first the cats play with them, then they chew their back legs off, then they loose interest because the cricket doesn't hop anymore. So, you go in the basement and find these poor crickets scooting along without and back legs and the cat just waiting for them to jump.... and they can't.

Then the cat barfs up cricket legs on your bedspread.... that's fun too... :drool:

 

[Redneck in training]

Why was she specifically wearing thongs (or just a thong) to dispose the mice?

just curious

It is not clear to me why would you think that while disposing mice she should wear only one flip-flop.

 

[Wagtail]

It is not clear to me why would you think that while disposing mice she should wear only one flip-flop.

I hypothesise that the alternate flip-flop could be brandished as a deterrence to a not otherwise deceased rodent. Either way, the toes are exposed to potential nibbles.

 

[Msgtmje]

Somehow the mental picture I had of the wife disposing of rodents (something she would never do BTW)in a thong was obviously very different than the one outlined above and didn't involve foot ware. Thanks for bringing me back to earth. But still...

 

[TomSeller]

Some time back I was living in the city and went to use the toilet. Well, the stories about rats coming up through the sewer pipes and into your toilet are true. There in my toilet swam a huge rat. Tried flushing him, but he could swim faster than the flush. I'm thinking "I can't shoot him", "I can't club him", "I can't stomp on him", "I don't want to risk getting him out of there so I can club him in case he escapes" and "what the heck am I going to do". For a moment I thought "leave him for the wife to find".

Then I thought better and figured I would drown him. "broom handle" I thought. then I though "No, he will climb up the broom handle and escape". Then I recalled having a stick of angle aluminum. I used that to drown the bugger. He tried to climb up it but could not get a grip. Then he tried to chew it, then the bubble of air and a limp rat. Then I flushed him. That toilet lid was down except when in use from then on to when we moved from that house.

 

[Redneck in training]

Somehow the mental picture I had of the wife disposing of rodents (something she would never do BTW)in a thong was obviously very different than the one outlined above and didn't involve foot ware. Thanks for bringing me back to earth. But still...

I guess the lingo is different in different places. In Iowa thongs is a kitchen utensil used to in example grab a pork chop and turn it over. In Australia thongs are what we call flip-flops. I think. In any case I wouldn't be surprised to see my wife disposing a mouse in thong, wearing thongs and grabbing it with thongs she grabbed in the kitchen. I will take a picture next time she does it.

 

[MossRoad]

Jeepers, fellas, its TONGS.

Kitchen TONGS.

NOT THONGS!

If you're grabbing things with thongs, I'm sure there's other websites for that.... and to each, his own. :laughing: