Mouse 1, Ashley 0

Tonight we were cleaning out our badly neglected garage prior to trash day tomorrow. I was carrying out an old planter that has held the same spot for nearly 5 years. After setting the planter down at the embarrassingly over full curb I felt a bug bite on my back. I reached back and it was a MOUSE under my shirt. I almost stripped right there but I was: 1) outside on my driveway and neighbors were out too and 2) we had one of my husband's friends there helping us with this project.

I sprinted inside while simultaneously grabbing the mouse (which felt like a rat) and twisting it so my shirt "trapped" it in place. The second I got inside I ripped my shirt off and threw it in a nearby Tar.get bag and tied it. My heart was pounding out of my chest. After putting on a new, fresh, mouse-less shirt I took the bag to the trash and told my husband and friend the horrific happenings. What does my sympathetic husband do? OPENS the bag to check out the rodent. It scurries off unharmed. My husband, straight faced, turns to me and says "It's just like a little guinea pig, I don't know what the big deal is." 

Please, Lord, may this never happen to me or anyone I know ever. EVER. I hate mice and I'm forever traumatized. Bleh.

Just re-telling this story, I feel a bit like this:


birthmothertalks said...

Thanks for the giggles.

Jess said...

Once, when I was in the barns at Mom and Dad's, a mouse jumped into the back of my shirt from the rafters. It. Was. Horrifying. And I did strip. But the only person there was Travis. I'm pretty sure neighbors might not have stopped me, though!

That. Is. Awful!

Jenn and Joe said...

I HATE mice and this creeps me out so bad that I could puke! I am so sorry this happened to you! Hope you never even see another mouse in your life!

Mountain Girl said...

Oh My gosh.......that would be horrible! I had a mouse in my house while my husband was out of town for an extended amount of time. I had to trap it and then dispose of it. I swear, I had a heart attack from that - my heart rate went down to the 40s for several days afterwards. YUCK, ICK, and Blah!

Sam said...

My heart is racing just reading this post! UGH! So sorry for you.

Anonymous said...

I have the heebiejeebies big time for you! Gross gross gross!


Rebekah said...

This is horrifying. ABSOLUTELY HORRIFYING!!!! I can't believe you had the guts to run in the house and take care of business.

Last summer a bee flew in my shirt when we were on our very public rail-to-trail bike path. I ripped my shirt off faster than I just said that and screamed like a little girl - in my bra - in the middle of the path.

Desperate times call for desperate no-shame measures.

A mouse is WAY worse. Wow, that's gross.