I thought maybe it was time to tell the bunny rabbit story for those of you who have not heard it yet. Part I
So the other day I'm changing Elsie's diaper in her room on the changing table. Elliot was in the room with me and suddenly said, 'mama, bunny rabbit.' 'Bunny rabbit?' I said. 'What about a bunny rabbit?' 'There's a bunny rabbit - up there,' said young, unafraid Elliot.
I looked up to see a HUGE rat on the picture rail about 8 inches below the ceiling in Elsie's room. The thing was so big Elliot thought it was a rabbit. At this point I tried to remain calm and not drop Elsie. I slowly exited the room and told Elliot to keep talking to the bunny, as I'm sure he was scared. Elliot calmly talked to the bunny, which I had convinced him was actually a mouse. As I exited the room to start breathing again and get my phone, I heard Elliot saying, 'Mr. Mouse, you scared? It ok Mr. Mouse.'
I called our friend who lives about 5 blocks away. This man is afraid of roaches, according to his wife who usually kills them. But he was our only hope, as Michael was already gone for meetings. Jimbo was on his way. In the meantime, Elliot kept talking to the bunny, 'Mr. Mouse, you wanna go outside with the other mouses?'
Jimbo arrived and after some shouting, loud noises and hilarious commotion in Elsie's closed up room, he somehow was triumphant and actually captured the mouse with an oar and a plastic recycling bin. I was ecstatic. I had heard this mouse shuffling around in my house for many days and had seen him once. I finally felt free of the lingering fear of something running across my feet some early morning.
Part II
Michael heard the mouse story. He, too was amazed at Jimbo's bravery and skill. He came home and put the hose in the covered bin to drown the mouse. The picture you see is the cage, held down with a couple of rocks.
Here's the very, very sad part. 5 HOURS later, Michael came home to dump the 'dead' rat. He opened the lid and OUT JUMPED THE RAT. He ran under our house.
%##$**!!!
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Hey! We just saw Ratatouille . . . maybe this rat can cook! Ask him to make you some cupcakes, then you don't have to buy them down the street.
So... did I ever tell you about the Summer of the 20 or more mice? We tried every trap and bait and poison known to man. Finally, in defiance of all rules, I begged my prayer group for intercession. After three months of war, we caught all the mice in one week. We caught them in really weird ways such as the one that got stuck in the plastic trash can and couldn't get back out the slippery sides. God is merciful. I'll get on my knees... No rats for you.
I'm heading to Asheville this week-end. I'll try and blow some cool air down your way.
that is frightening. i would have been no help. in other matters, are you prepared for your first tropical storm/hurricane? i expect video footage of michael in the middle of the storm as if he is a weather channel reporter.
jerm
oh, my gosh! oh, my gosh! oh, my gosh! Chris - a rat! Holy freaking cow! I am so sorry! Freak out! You are woman of the year for how you handled that situation! I would have fainted, died and then fainted again! Girl, you are amazing! Go Elliot, too!
I did NOT know that last part!! I am cancelling my airline tickets as I type!! (Just kidding...) Maybe a little rat poison under the house is in order?
wow... i'm impressed with the calmness with which you handled the "mousey." i'm quite certain i would heave screamed, running out of the room, telling the kids, "every man for himself kids!" nice work. i must say one of the (few) advantages of living in nearly canada is there are few rodent problems... too cold.
Wow. You are very brave. One important thing, though. You are supposed to take the "mouse" far far away from your house into a field and release it. Please? For me? - Ashley
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