Rats!

It's late at night, I'm tired, but I feel the urge to let you all in on my wee tale of woe...

2 nights ago I awoke to high pitch screaming in the bedroom. As sociable as I am, I reached over my girlfriend and put her light on.
Our cat (one of them, the other has disappeared and is causing us a lot of stress...she's only 7 months you see, but that's another tale of woe altogether) had corned a mouse between the wall and the cupboard. The mouse was on it's back waving its little legs in the air.

It was a big mouse.
I know nothing of mice, but it didn't look like Mickey and it certainly didn't look like Jerry either.
It was, as I said, a big mouse.

Anyway, it was cornered and Homer (that's the cat in question) was pawing it without using his claws.
Homer is a little slow, hence his name.

So, I get up (and the mouse is still screeching like a banshee...or Bono, whichever) and pick up Homer and put him outside the bedroom. I figured it would be easiest to remove him and then put the mouse in a cardboard box.
Homer ran back in.
So I picked him up again and put him out the bedroom. Then when I turned back to net the mouse...it had crawled behind the cupboard and there was no way either Homer or I was going to get at him.

So, I'm telling this story to my collegues the next day and one of them, a female Dutch farming type of a lass, says, when I get to the part of putting Homer out of the bedroom, I quote: "I bet the mouse ran behind the cupboard."

Yes.

"You know," I'm still quoting, by the way, "you should have just picked up the mouse and twisted its neck." And she makes the movement of someone seriously executing a wee mouse.

There is no way I'm gonna kill a mouse.

Next night (that's last night), 2 collegues and I went out pubbing and when we got back to my place...yup...there was high pitched squealing once again. So we go into my bedroom (and my girlfriend is asleep...she has hearing aids which she doesn't wear when she's sleeping and is as such effectivly deaf...unless you open a packet of crisps...I don't know...I just really don't know) and the cat has cornered the mouse in another corner of the bedroom.

Brave and drunk as I was I approached the screaching beastie.

It was a big mouse, so big in fact that one of my collegues, who knows a lot more about mice than I do, said (and I quote): "That's not a mouse. That's a rat. Look at its tail."

So, brave and drunk as I was, I tried to pick up the screaming rat. IT BIT ME. THE BASTARD BIT ME.

I started screaming, the rat was screaming, my collegues started screaming and we woke up my deaf girlfriend.
I picked up the cardboard box (in which Jules, the kitten that's disappeared, usually sleeps in) and scoop up the rat with Homer trying to get in the box with it.
It jumped out. So I start screaming again, my collegues slam the bedroom door shut and continue screaming. My girlfriend starts screaming and Homer decided to retreat under the bed.
I scoop up the rat again, pull back the curtain, and throw the rat out the open window.

Next morning...I wake up and there's a dead rat at the foot of the bed.

I had to get a Tetanis jab and a week's worth of anti-biotics.

Jules still hasn't returned and I think Homer's lost interest in mice altogether.

If the dead rat was at the foot of the bed, what did you throw out of the window?

🙂

Some free advice. Never pick up a live squirrel no matter how hurt it is. If you think a rat can bite well a squirrel can do more damage.

LMFAO @ "So, brave and drunk as I was, I tried to pick up the screaming rat. IT BIT ME. THE BASTARD BIT ME".

Oh man, that was COM-E-DY right there! I know that shot must've hurt like bloody hell?! LOL

The Great One has spoken.

Gets a rec from me, you have a lovely writing style shav, do you write in your free time? 🙂

I'm glad I'm brave and drunk enough to read your writings tonight.

Better watch out for weals disease though. It can be fatal.

: D

Wonderful story Shav. One rec from good old Ivan ...... 😀

Lmao! Fantastic writing
Have a rec, and a packet of crisps *cough*

How can I give the rat a rec?

Originally posted by shavixmir
It's late at night, I'm tired, but I feel the urge to let you all in on my wee tale of woe...


It was a big mouse.

I know nothing of mice, but it didn't look like Mickey and it certainly didn't look like Jerry either.
It was, as I said, a big mouse.

It was a big mouse, so big in fact that one of my collegues, who knows a lot more about mi ...[text shortened]... biotics.

Jules still hasn't returned and I think Homer's lost interest in mice altogether.

Let me get this right; the rat died after it bit you?

Hmmmmm.........

😉

Originally posted by Freddie2004
we had a rat problem a couple of months ago and the best thing we found was these little sticky mats which the get stuck on. there really great because the prolong the little buggers agony until you wake up. so you get down there in the morning and there's some mangy little rat stuck on this pad. so you pick it up and put it in an empty bucket. wonderfu ...[text shortened]... sh*ting on your work surfeces for the last two weeks drowning. i love those things lol!

fred

LOL! Great story. Cats are so badass.

Those sticky traps are so evil. Mice get their heads stuck to them and lie there wriggling with their heads stuck...my ex girlfriend used to make me take them out of her closet after she'd catch one (they'd be dead, but all stuck in wierd positions).

Originally posted by Frank Burns
Brother... take it from me, as I had to fight off this very same problem last spring through this summer.

You do not have mice.
That's what I wanted to think when I observed something similar (large 'mice'😉 the cats had killed in the yard.
And then I saw them with my own four eyes (I wear glasses)...

You have RATS!!!
And they are F'ng horr ...[text shortened]... got to do the right thing.
PM me if you would like any encouragement or advise.

FB