Here's the owner of those little "calling cards" that were left under the sink. After I did that post I put out mouse traps. Then I saw him. Lissa saw him first walking around under the table in broad day light. Then I saw him that night wondering in circles around the living room. The next night he acted like he was part of the family and watched some TV. Seriously. I knew it was the same mouse because he was born with a food deformity that made him limp. Last night I watched as he made himself right at home with me, like he thought he was a pet. Pratically sitting on my foot. Sigh. Gawd, he was cute. I took the mouse traps and put them all away. I thought. I missed one and he got his tail caught in it. Dammit. I got him out of it and carried him outside. He gave a squeek and keeled over. Basically, I scared him to death. I swear, I felt so bad, I pushed on his tiny chest and said, come on buddy, come on. But, he was dead. I feel bad. He had enough to deal with without meeting me. Don't ya hate when shit like this happens?
Monday, November 23, 2009
More proof that I'm an asshole
Here's the owner of those little "calling cards" that were left under the sink. After I did that post I put out mouse traps. Then I saw him. Lissa saw him first walking around under the table in broad day light. Then I saw him that night wondering in circles around the living room. The next night he acted like he was part of the family and watched some TV. Seriously. I knew it was the same mouse because he was born with a food deformity that made him limp. Last night I watched as he made himself right at home with me, like he thought he was a pet. Pratically sitting on my foot. Sigh. Gawd, he was cute. I took the mouse traps and put them all away. I thought. I missed one and he got his tail caught in it. Dammit. I got him out of it and carried him outside. He gave a squeek and keeled over. Basically, I scared him to death. I swear, I felt so bad, I pushed on his tiny chest and said, come on buddy, come on. But, he was dead. I feel bad. He had enough to deal with without meeting me. Don't ya hate when shit like this happens?
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omg! i typed a reply and blogger ate it! ARGH!
anyway....repeating...
a couple years ago i had a mouse in my garage with a foot deformity that made him limp! his tale was stuck in a trap and i felt bad for him and let him go out in the yard...
don't feel bad...you tried to save his life...
and just think, he could have got set loose and then captured by one of your mother's cats....
fuck...now my original posts shows! well....at least i can remember what i wrote the first time pretty well!
Are you sure he's dead? Our house mice always pretend their dead when the cats are playing with them. We all sit there and look at it (well I'm on a chair screaming my head off. Seriously that is what I'm doing) and they viola the mouse isn't dead! He runs away, the cats go in Marine Corp fighting position and we start all over again.
It fools the cats like 2x then they are wise to it.
LOL..blogger is being weird today, it made 50 drafts of each post. Nice.
Naaaa, he's dead. I keep checking, he won't move. I feel like the biggest asshole. Poor lil guy.
No, I don't feel bad when I see a dead mouse. I am glad. Unlike you, I think they are better dead. They are unclean & filthy. They piss & shit everywhere and can make you sick. I have one in my office right now, every morning I have to sanitize my desk area. I hide my keyboard at night now & my "mouse" is upright in the charger. No, there are plenty of them to go around. I hate them. They can croak. I won't care. I feed them D-Con. I can't stand the thought of them being in my stuff, or my bed or something. Heebie-jeebies all over. Sorry. But I'm just not THAT nice. To each their own. Giving the mouse CPR! Thats kinda funny. But I know you were sincere.
rox
And I worry that I might have upset BeeBee. I have a cog loose, obviously.
Clear!
I, like you, think that mice are very cute, but NOT in my house. I had no idea that mice were so sensitive. Wouldn't you think they'd be dropping dead all over the place when people see them and scream? Maybe your mouse had a condition and it was his time to go? The lack of fear he had would indicate he had something wrong with him, so don't feel guilty :)
I would have let BeeBee out for a playdate!
escrow
Aw, Pat. I'm sorry; I know you feel bad. It sucks. I feel like a shit-hook when I do things like that, too.
shit hook? WTH???? LOL
I can empathize with your feelings, too, Pat. They do spread disease, but they are living creatures so I don't know that I would want to kill one, either. You know what it is, death is so final, and you can't take it back--that's why you're feeling bad, but in reality, it was his time. Have a little ceremony and put a flower on his grave. As someone else said, you may have saved him from cats AND if he was able to be scared to death, he wasn't healthy and wouldn't have made it through the winter.
I ran over a frog in my driveway last week, and I cried when I found him. At least the mouse looks peaceful--I can't say the same for the frog.
I think this is not expressing my feelings, correctly, so I'll just say I understand how you feel and shut up.
See? Lissa was right. You are a good person. Feeling bad for the mouse...
Reminds me of a friend who accidentally killed a rat. She was wearing big clunky shoes while putting up her xmas lights. When she stepped back to admire her work, she heard/felt a pop. Turns out some poor rat picked the wrong time to run under her shoe. Crushed his skull...never knew what hit him. Merry Christmas...jeesh.
Sorry you're feeling bad though...I hate it when that sort of thing happens.
I cried, I'm over it now. I'm a dork.
I'll be the first one to tell you I think mice are cute and I can't end the life of anything without seriously bad feelings. However mice or rodents and their by-products can carry hantavirus and pose a serious health risk for humans and you do not want them in your house. Once they're in your house you can't have a chat with them and explain why it's a bad idea. It's a drastic measure to take a life but human life is more important that animal life. Clearing out rodents has to be done for your and anyone you have in your house.
http://www.lung.ca/diseases-maladies/a-z/hantavirus-hantavirus/index_e.php
I think it's the shits that have-a-heart traps cost $20 bucks and the mean ones cost $1. It's just wrong.
If it makes you feel any better, we catch them here and it always makes me feel better to know they didn't have to suffer, its fast and painless, I think.We have a big field by the house and we get them all the time in cooler weather... I once bought those mouse cube things where they walk in and can't get out and then you take them outside and let them loose. They got to where they figured it out and wouldn't go in it anymore. Sooo, we had to do the traps. I always feel bad when I find one dead...It is sad, but you are not a bad person at all....
Awwww, thanks. I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks they're just cute little animals. They don't mean any harm.
Nature is a cruel mistress. Mice are born to die. Die as food or die as food for thought. The mouse is dead; long live the mouse.
Thank you for that Pat.
that was Jarhead
You are a good person for even thinking of trying to revive the little guy. Obviously it was just one of those accidents that happen. He might have died soon, anyway. Hard to say why he was walking in circles, and in such close proximity to you. They are very cute and fuzzy.
I always feel bad when we catch a mouse here, but console myself with the thought that it was as quick as I could make it.
A fond memory I have of mice, was when my husband, son and I went to the pet store in our neighborhood, and they let us in the back, where they had the bird area, and mice, etc. They had a five gallon bucket about one third full of mice in all different colors. I remember them squirming all over each other, unable to climb out, and my three-year-old son looking down into the bucket and grinning at them. It was so cute. Not sure if a little girl would have been smiling. Maybe.
Christina
It was 1976 and the stench was thick. Had no clue what it was. Kept marching on. Picked up that coushion to vacumn and there was the corpse. Dead mouse. Done.
escrow
DD,
I live about 40 yds. from a sugar cane field. Right now, the cane is being cut and the mice have packed their little bags and moved in. On top of that, I have three cats who seem to be helping them. The damn cats catch them and run through the cat door to show me. (They do the same thing with snakes and I know you like them--but that's where I draw the line.) Then they let them go. (Snakes too!) There are some very small field mice and are really precious. The only thing is they chew on the wires in the house and can cause fires. I have a very real fear of my house burning down around me. But I do understand how you feel. I just can not bring myself to kill anything! So I set off bug bombs (which will run the mice out of your house--and then they come back) and I don't feel so guilty!
Crabbie,
I'm invisioning Pat holding teeny tiny little defibulator paddles! Code blue! I would stop at mouth to mouth!
DD atleast you tried to save little mouse. Off to the Rainbow Bridge little one..
My hubs hates all rodants he probably would of just smash that little bugger in.
Although I allow my Kodes to have Gerbils for pets, I have a MAJOR fear of mice which steams from when I was 12 playing with a feeder mouse that my step dad bought for one of his snakes, I was doing what I wasnt suppose to be holding the dang thing and it bit me, I couldnt tell anyone because I didn't want to get in trouble but began allowing my mind to play tricks on me thinking I had rabies or lock jaw, so now that I am horrified by mice they torment me I had one trap me in the bathroom once it just sat by the door glaring at me with its beedy eyes while I was screaming and crying standing in the shower HELP HELP HELP, and of course knowing how silly it is to be so afraid of something nervously laughing and still it watched and I am sure it went back to its mouse gang threw gang signs to one another and met about how it trapped the fat girl in the tub.
Connie
LMAO @ Connie. I wish that was on You Tube.
DD, you are NOT an asshole, I'm with everyone here.
You know, I don't mind when my cats catch critters. I tell them how they are good kitties for hunting. Right now Neo is obsessed with our heater vents because he hears something, he caught his first mouse months ago and left it next to our bed as a present. We told him he's a good kitty. Living in the woods it is guaranteed there's gonna be mice nesting everywhere. No big deal if they catch themselves a mouse or two, it's part of their predatory nature. But I do have a problem with mouse traps. I do not like them. I let my husband deal with them I don't even want to look at them, don't wanna know, it makes me sad.
One time our Simon (rip) caught a bunny rabbit, he ate the head, and arm and a shoulder and left the rest on our driveway, and Simon was nowhere to be seen. He was sleeping it off somewhere, all day, that cat.
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