NEVER throw a mouse into a commode!!!!

[RSKY]

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

 

[npalen]

My boss back in the day told of catching one by the tail and not knowing what to do with it, tossed it in the garbage disposal.

 

[dmccarty]

My boss back in the day told of catching one by the tail and not knowing what to do with it, tossed it in the garbage disposal.

O M G!!!! :shocked::shocked::shocked: How did the turn out? :laughing::laughing::laughing:

A few years ago, in spite of my best efforts to prevent it from EVER happening, mice go into the house.

Took a while to kill them all...

The last one was the best.

One morning, the wifey was using the kids bathroom while I was making my coffee. From the bathroom, the wifey says, "COME HERE AND LOOK AT WHAT IS IN THE TOILET!" Ah.... No. I really don't want, nor do I need to see, what you have been doing in the bathroom. :laughing::laughing::laughing: Dear wifey say more emphatically that I REALLY need to come look at something in the toilet. :shocked: Not having any real choice in the matter I walk back there and sure enough there is a mouse in the toilet. :confused3::laughing::laughing::laughing: I looked at the mouse "swimming" in the bowl and then I looked at the wife and asked what did she want me to do? :confused3: She said, and I quote, "Get the mouse out of the toilet." Ah. Ok.

Hit the lever and flushed it. :laughing::laughing::laughing:

WHY I had to go back there and flush the toilet is beyond me. :confused3: Did she REALLY think I was going to reach into a DIRTY toilet, with my bare hand and pull out a half drowned mouse? :shocked::laughing::laughing::laughing:

Later,
Dan

 

[Bird]

Many years ago, 1973 in fact, we had a female German Shepherd and had a fairly large stainless steel bowl on the patio for her water. First thing one morning, I walked outside and there was a mouse swimming around in that water bowl. I have no idea how it got in there. But I was trying to decide just what I was going to do with that mouse when that dog walked by me, grabbed that mouse, chomped twice, swallowed, and looked up at me like she was thinking, "Not a bad appetizer; what's for the rest of breakfast?"

 

[turnkey4099]

O M G!!!! :shocked::shocked::shocked: How did the turn out? :laughing::laughing::laughing:

A few years ago, in spite of my best efforts to prevent it from EVER happening, mice go into the house.

Took a while to kill them all...

The last one was the best.

One morning, the wifey was using the kids bathroom while I was making my coffee. From the bathroom, the wifey says, "COME HERE AND LOOK AT WHAT IS IN THE TOILET!" Ah.... No. I really don't want, nor do I need to see, what you have been doing in the bathroom. :laughing::laughing::laughing: Dear wifey say more emphatically that I REALLY need to come look at something in the toilet. :shocked: Not having any real choice in the matter I walk back there and sure enough there is a mouse in the toilet. :confused3::laughing::laughing::laughing: I looked at the mouse "swimming" in the bowl and then I looked at the wife and asked what did she want me to do? :confused3: She said, and I quote, "Get the mouse out of the toilet." Ah. Ok.

Hit the lever and flushed it. :laughing::laughing::laughing:

WHY I had to go back there and flush the toilet is beyond me. :confused3: Did she REALLY think I was going to reach into a DIRTY toilet, with my bare hand and pull out a half drowned mouse? :shocked::laughing::laughing::laughing:

Later,
Dan

Living in the country I have made peace with the mouse population. I spread snacks around the house where the pets can't get at them. short time later, no mice. Decon works wonders. Mice do not stink when they die from it either, slight musty smell for a day or two is all. I keep the bait trays spread around whether or not there is a mouse population.

Harry K

 

[ovrszd]

You guys haven't truly experienced "wife freaking out" until she goes to pee in the middle of the night and there's a snake lounging between the seat and the rim of the toilet. I'm pretty sure she "hovered" for at least a year.

 

[MossRoad]

We were getting ready to leave for work/school one morning and the cat was staring behind the hutch. Wouldn't move. I figured something was back there but we had to leave. Came home that night. Oldest daughter runs past everyone to get to the bathroom first, slams the door and two seconds later comes flying out screaming "MOUSE IN THE TOILET!!!". I walk in and there's a mouse doing the dead-man's-float and little mouse raisins at the bottom of the bowl. Best I can figure, the mouse came out from behind the hutch, the cat chased it into the bathroom, it jumped on the bathmat hanging over the edge of the tub and jumped across to the toilet and slipped under the closed lid/seat and eventually drown. Anyhow, wife and kids ask "What are you going to do with it?" They were dead serious. I flushed it and they all said "EWWWWwwwwww......" :laughing:

 

[MossRoad]

Many years ago, 1973 in fact, we had a female German Shepherd and had a fairly large stainless steel bowl on the patio for her water. First thing one morning, I walked outside and there was a mouse swimming around in that water bowl. I have no idea how it got in there. But I was trying to decide just what I was going to do with that mouse when that dog walked by me, grabbed that mouse, chomped twice, swallowed, and looked up at me like she was thinking, "Not a bad appetizer; what's for the rest of breakfast?"

Nice! :laughing:

 

[Redneck in training]

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. Then just gloves and later on she would just grab them by tail and throws them to garbage. Since I am retired now it is my job to kill spiders, crickets and dispose mice.
It took for a while to learn that you don't leave junk food in the car while parked in the garage or spill dog food and leave it on floor. One time I needed to remove rear seat to accommodate large item and found about 10 lb of dog food and bunch of pretzels there.

 

[coobie]

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.