A Mouse in My House

Last week I had an unwelcomed visitor stop by my lovely home… I was sitting in my living room when I heard a scratching sound coming from my dryer. At first I thought it might have just been in my head because when I would walk over to the dryer, it would stop…E.V.E.R.Y.T.I.M.E.
This was very frustrating and which resorted to me army crawling on the floor silently to confirm there actually was a noise and I was not crazy ((a debate my family and I have been having for years)).
Sure enough, there was a noise and when I peered to the back of the dryer I saw a hole in the vent hose. And yes, I did just google “dryer-tubing-to-vent” to figure out that fancy name, don’t judge me!
Clearly, there was a MOUSE in my home, violating my privacy and so I did the most logical thing… I called my parents who are approximately 464 miles from me. Clearly, despite the miles they would know what to do! And that they did! They told me I should call my brother, who lives approximately 3 miles from me.
Reluctantly, Kevin came over and sealed the dryer and the vent and assured me that there was no way a mouse would have came in…despite the fact that my dryer vent cap outside had fallen off (yes…I googled that too). He said I was hearing things, and that the hole was probably just from general use.
Well friends at about 2:00 a.m. I got to meet Stewart Little face to face as he was in my BEDROOM…right near my BED!
Say hello to Stewart Little.
Below is my snapchat of the events immediately following our first meeting…clearly I needed evidence to prove to Kevin that I was right and he was wrong and there WAS a mouse in my house…duh. That’s what all big sisters do.
**video coming soon**
Well, suffice it to say it was hard falling back to sleep…then impossible to do once he was in my bed. Yup, you read that right… ::IN MY BED!::
The next day after work the lovely people of Home Depot helped me pick out a trap and he was captured soon after. While I feel this experience only added to my strong, independent-ness it was an experience I clearly would not like to ever experience again.

Moral of the story:

Friends, make sure this winter you have a vent camp.
Second moral of the story, always have photographic/video evidence to prove you are right.

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