NEVER throw a mouse into a commode!!!!
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Shoot .... I'm laughing ... So if my wife grabs the TONGS while in her THONG and FLIP FLOPS out the door with a mouse she's good or do I need to make her an appointment!!!!
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That was my initial mental image of the event.
I figured that it was a typing error (thong was supposed to be tong) and decided to poke a wee bit of fun.I know that some of you have to re-interpret some words/expressions that I use... and vice versa, such as;
split pin = cotter pin
butterfly nut = wing nut
CHUX = J-Cloth
tyre = tire
etc...
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About 25 or so years ago a group of friends, my wife and I rented a house boat on Lake Roosevelt (big reservoir behind Grand Coolie Dam in Washington). We soon found out that it came with a resident family of mice living under one of the settes in the main salon. The first one to emerge was captured by a kind hearted soul a placed ashore. The second one made the mistake of emerging while most everyone was sitting around the salon one evening. I was perched on a tall stool that was used at the helm when the boat was under weigh, as I was wearing thongs (flip flops - tying this all together here�� I reached down slipped one of them off, leapt from the stool and swatted the mouse. Then I picked up the twitching rodent by the tail opened the sliding glass door at the front of the boat and tossed it into the lake.
One of the women on the boat reacted rather Bradley to this accusing me of killing the poor mouse, my reply was that I lived in the country and that mice are not cute or desirable but should be gotten rid of as efficiently as possible. Another woman in the party who had grown up just down the river a bit on a Apple and wheat farm came back with " **** Katherine - it's a goddamed mouse" I'm not sure what she thought of us all after that but she did divorce our mutual friend a year or so later, I like to think maybe we had a bit to do with it, didn't much care for her.
Don't have much problem with rodents currently, have a cat that keeps us a several others in the neighborhood (about a 15-20 acre range) clear. East every last one mice, voles, rabbits, etc. Don't know how he does it some of the critters he catches would be the equivalent of you or I eating an entire thanksgiving turkey with stuffing in about 10-20 minutes, bones and all! Great cat, one of the best we have ever had.
Great thread, been laughing my *** off!
I reached down slipped one of them off, leapt from the stool and swatted the mouse. Then I picked up the twitching rodent by the tail opened the sliding glass door at the front of the boat and tossed it into the lake.One of the women on the boat reacted rather Bradley to this accusing me of killing the poor mouse, my reply was that I lived in the country and that mice are not cute or desirable but should be gotten rid of as efficiently as possible. Another woman in the party who had grown up just down the river a bit on a Apple and wheat farm came back with " **** Katherine - it's a goddamed mouse" I'm not sure what she thought of us all after that but she did divorce our mutual friend a year or so later, I like to think maybe we had a bit to do with it, didn't much care for her.
Don't have much problem with rodents currently, have a cat that keeps us a several others in the neighborhood (about a 15-20 acre range) clear. East every last one mice, voles, rabbits, etc. Don't know how he does it some of the critters he catches would be the equivalent of you or I eating an entire thanksgiving turkey with stuffing in about 10-20 minutes, bones and all! Great cat, one of the best we have ever had.
Great thread, been laughing my *** off!
mapper
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Gotta love the auto correct, didn't catch a couple in my previous post.��
k0ua
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That was my initial mental image of the event.
I know that some of you have to re-interpret some words/expressions that I use... and vice versa, such as;
split pin = cotter pin
butterfly nut = wing nut
CHUX = J-Cloth
tyre = tire
etc...
Never mind embuggerance... I love that word!
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This thread has turned hilarious. I've got one to add.
I was about 15 nailing down a subfloor in another room in the house. Mom starts yelling about a mouse in the kitchen. I come running with a hammer. I never did make it to her brand new counter tops or kitchen cabinets. Mouse got away. Mom never did tell me to "grab something to kill this mouse with" again.
I was about 15 nailing down a subfloor in another room in the house. Mom starts yelling about a mouse in the kitchen. I come running with a hammer. I never did make it to her brand new counter tops or kitchen cabinets. Mouse got away. Mom never did tell me to "grab something to kill this mouse with" again.
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My sisters tell me a story about our grandma babysitting us. A mouse ran up high on some furniture and fell off. It was rolling around on the floor, apparently injured. My sisters were screaming, my grandma walks in the room and promptly stomps on the mouse with her shoe and says "Disgusting creature!" and walks out. They were stunned. Grandma came back in and cleaned up the mess with some newspaper.
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My funniest (to others, not to me) mouse story occurred about 20 years ago when I was in my barn preparing for a horse show. My niece asked me where a set of spurs were and I went to get them out of a file cabinet in my tack room.
I yanked open the top drawer and a mouse came flying out and went down the neck of my shirt, ran down to my waist and started running around my body looking for a way out.
Luckily I was wearing a western shirt with snaps instead of buttons because I jerked that shirt off like if it was on fire, then I had to throw my t-shirt over my head and send the mouse flying with my niece behind me laughing her head off the whole time.
My niece has to relate that story to everyone any time someone mentions a mouse adding that I could easily win any quick-change contest.
I yanked open the top drawer and a mouse came flying out and went down the neck of my shirt, ran down to my waist and started running around my body looking for a way out.
Luckily I was wearing a western shirt with snaps instead of buttons because I jerked that shirt off like if it was on fire, then I had to throw my t-shirt over my head and send the mouse flying with my niece behind me laughing her head off the whole time.
My niece has to relate that story to everyone any time someone mentions a mouse adding that I could easily win any quick-change contest.
k0ua
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Gotta admit that is a pretty good mouse story.
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This reminded me of my wife's grandfather....
Grandpa was a farmer and one summer the family, including his wife Evelyn and my wife, ie, a grandkid, were working in a field covering silage with a tarp. Grandpa reached down to move the tarp and a mouse ran up his pants leg. Grandpa jumped up and started screaming, "Evelyn! A MOUSE! A MOUSE! Get it off me!" while he hopped around the field tearing off his boots and pants to get rid of the mouse. My wife still laughs about Grandpa and the mouse to this very day. He never heard the end of the story.
Later,
Dan
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When we had the mouse invasion/infestation, we used a variety of traps to get rid of the mices. One I will never use again was a sticky trap. Those things are simply inhumane.
A mouse got caught on the sticky trap but it was still alive. :shocked: What the heck do I do with it? :confused3: I can't just toss it in the trash and let it suffer more than it has already. I don't want to smash it and make a mess. I can't flush the trap down the toilet, that will come later. :laughing::laughing::laughing: The trap was in the utility room with the chest freezer.... :shocked:
Figured that freezing the poor bugger was the best I could do since freezing is just supposed to put you to sleep and then you die. Not a great solution but the best I had.:confused3: So I wrapped the Sticky Padded Mouse in a plastic grocery store bag and put said bag into the chest freezer. :shocked:
Well that worked pretty well.
But I forgot about the Sticky Padded Mouse wrapped in a bag and left in the chest freezer....
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Weeks passed. Maybe even a month or two and my parents came to visit....
My mom went into the chest freezer to look for some food while I was working in the kitchen....
I hear mom moving around frozen packages....
I hear mom talking to herself....
I hear mom ask herself, "What is in this bag?" :shocked::shocked::shocked:
I hear a scream followed by my dear mother asking, "WHY is there a frozen mouse in the freezer!!!!!!!?" :laughing::laughing::laughing:
I said I was saving it for dinner one night.
Later,
Dan
A mouse got caught on the sticky trap but it was still alive. :shocked: What the heck do I do with it? :confused3: I can't just toss it in the trash and let it suffer more than it has already. I don't want to smash it and make a mess. I can't flush the trap down the toilet, that will come later. :laughing::laughing::laughing: The trap was in the utility room with the chest freezer.... :shocked:
Figured that freezing the poor bugger was the best I could do since freezing is just supposed to put you to sleep and then you die. Not a great solution but the best I had.:confused3: So I wrapped the Sticky Padded Mouse in a plastic grocery store bag and put said bag into the chest freezer. :shocked:
Well that worked pretty well.
But I forgot about the Sticky Padded Mouse wrapped in a bag and left in the chest freezer....
.
.
.
Weeks passed. Maybe even a month or two and my parents came to visit....
My mom went into the chest freezer to look for some food while I was working in the kitchen....
I hear mom moving around frozen packages....
I hear mom talking to herself....
I hear mom ask herself, "What is in this bag?" :shocked::shocked::shocked:
I hear a scream followed by my dear mother asking, "WHY is there a frozen mouse in the freezer!!!!!!!?" :laughing::laughing::laughing:
I said I was saving it for dinner one night.
Later,
Dan
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We refer to them as a wallaby, pademelon or a potaroo... depending on the size.
Not to be confused with a bandicoot.
Well I have been lurking for a while. Read this post and had to respond. I could hear a mouse in the pantry cabinet in the middle of the night.
Grabbed two oven mits because they were close. I am standing in my tighty whiteys with oven mits on. My wife is behind me with the broom.
I open the cabinet and the mouse jumps out and lands right in the crotch area, I start dancing and cant grab a thing with oven mits. Mouse drops to
the floor and wife swings broom and hits me in the shin. Mouse runs under the dishwasher. I may have even screamed a little.
Grabbed two oven mits because they were close. I am standing in my tighty whiteys with oven mits on. My wife is behind me with the broom.
I open the cabinet and the mouse jumps out and lands right in the crotch area, I start dancing and cant grab a thing with oven mits. Mouse drops to
the floor and wife swings broom and hits me in the shin. Mouse runs under the dishwasher. I may have even screamed a little.
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I used to work for a telecom early in life. One time we were adding switch capacity and had a crew working on it. I went to check on them in their office and saw two wooden sticks with beer bottle lids screwed to them and with a lead wire attached to each. Wondering if that was homemade testing gadget I asked what it was. They told me it was a hot dog heater and proceeded to show me. They put hot dog on a plate, plug the leads to 220 AC outlet and put the bottle lids on its ends and in few seconds the hot dog was hot to eat. Just when they finished the demo another guy walked in a brought a mouse he just caught. How to dispose of it? Lets use the hot dog heater to kill it was the first suggestion and they proceeded to do so. They zapped the poor thing until smoke came out of it. Unbelievably when they removed the power the mouse , while looking dead, jumped from the desk and was gone.
