Ugh. When I bought my house a year ago, I had a few mice that were unaware of their eviction notice. I hired Terminex. Solved the problem, but their customer service was awful. And by awful, I mean horrendous. So, when it came time for renewal, I said “no thank you.” I received a few pleading calls, but when your organization loses a client’s check and then decides to call the customer a liar only to find the check in the employee that you laid off’s car and all the customer gets is an “oops, my bad,” you are not the company for me. (Wow, that was a long sentence…)
Not even 2 days after the last call from the 2nd new District Manager, a mouse appeared in my house. Now, I KNOW they didn’t plant the thing there, but timing was SO weird.
Two weeks later, nothing was happening…humane traps were still empty. Then I saw the lil bastard again. The next morning, I decided I had to get glue traps. LESS THAN 10 MINUTES and wouldn’t you know it…
I was traumatized. Dry heaving. Crying. I WILLINGLY caught this creature and then had to dispose of it…
I picked up the glue trap and… IT LOOKED AT ME. The poor little thing looked at me with its beady little black eyes. And squeaked. By God, it SQUEAKED. I threw the glue trap out into the yard and it landed face down. “Good,” I think to myself. Yeah, but I didn’t think about the fact that the thing was still shuffling. So, I had to square up the shovel so that I couldn’t see the thing and through the tears and dry heaves, I dropped the shovel.
My Mom was visiting and I was pissed off at her, so I made her pick up and dispose of the body.
It both ruined my day & made me feel a little better knowing the thing was gone. Dad’s support? Yeah, jerk said “you know, if there’s one, there’s more…”
The 2nd one wasn’t as traumatic, but the dry heaves and gagging were still very much alive.
And this has to be THE creepiest thing of Mickey Mouse I have seen.
