Of Mice and Men (Part 3)

Our rodent saga has turned into a trilogy...

The rain season has been a little dry this year. So, the rats and mice have been almost non-existent. Ahh, but notice I said almost. Last weekend, the dry spell was broken, rain and rodent-wise. When I arrived home from work on Friday, I was greeted by my son Nick. Maybe it was the adrenaline still running through his body, because Nick had a wild-eyed expression on his face, while he told me of his most recent adventure. In this adventure, Nick encountered a mouse. He stealthily studied his prey before pouncing upon it and trapped the wild creature with his bare hands. (My son, The Rodent Hunter! I'm so proud.)

I, of course, immediately inquired as to what had become of the little furball. Nick, very nonchalantly responded that he had tossed the miniature beast to the lion, er, cat. Ashley then entered with the same enthusiasm, boasting of her big brother's heroics. She also added that the cat had refused to eat the tail and that it was still visible for all to see.

But there is more to this tale...

Bright and early, this Monday morning, I awoke with one goal in mind...laundry! When I turned on the washing machine, I noticed that the water wasn't filling the machine as fast as it should. Knowing that the filters were probably stopped up, my hubby removed the water pipes and inspected the filters. Upon inspection, Hubby noticed that one of the filters was full of a suspicious substance. Not giving this substance much thought, he proceeded to clean the filters. Listo! (Ready.)

Now I was free to continue with the task at hand. I filled the washer with dirty clothes, added the soap and poured the fabric softener into the handy dispenser. While the washing machine did it's thing, I did mine and cleaned my house. Less than an hour had passed and it was time to take the newly laundered clothes outside to hang on the clothesline. But what is that small, gray thing at the bottom of the washer? My first thought was that it was a piece of foam from Hubby's shop. I was tempted to pick it up, but then decided that Hubby should take a look at it first. (One of my wisest decisions.) Hubby, also thinking that it was a piece of foam, picked up the gray, unidentified object, only to find out that it wasn't foam. IT WAS A MOUSE! It had somehow found it's way into the washing machine. And to top it off, I had washed it with our clothes!

Nothing grosses my Hubby out, but he says that this was the most disgusting thing he had ever encountered! I cleaned the washing machine inside and out, with boiling water, bleach and whatever cleaning products I could find. I re-washed the clothes at least twice, just to give me some peace of mind that no mouse fragments would be found. I agree with Hubby, this was our worst experience with rodents!

And I promise that this is the last sequel. (For now!)

With Love,
Leslie Limón

7 comments

  1. OMG - that is disgusting, I feel so sorry for you!!! I'm actually cringing.... POOR YOU!!!

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  2. Oh that is so funny about your son I can see his proud face and her telling you about the tail. But yes the mouse washed with the cloths is horrible. How weird it got in their but you know they will find anywhere to hide.

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  3. Wow, Leslie. That's a lot to deal with. Really gross. Once in Sayulita I opened the lid to the washer and there was a BIG hairy tarantula inside. I know they are mostly harmless but it scared me. I went out in the yard and asked the gardener if he would take it out without killing it and he has "NO!!!!" so I just went inside and in the morning it was gone.

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  4. OhMyGosh! How yucky to find a washed mouse in your washer. Right now we are also having mice problems in our garage and cottage. We just came back from Lowe's with several different kinds of mouse traps. We bought one that captures them in a sort of cocoon like contraption and then we got the sticky mouse pad. Somehow I just don't think the sticky pad can do the job, but I will find out soon.

    Irma :)

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  5. Mini-mouse tales: The first time my son (around age five) caught a mouse he wanted to keep it as a pet. Until the mouse bit him and drew blood. Then he mashed it!

    My friend Joe back in California was an awful housekeeper. Once I opened his cupboard to grab a bottle of olive oil and yikes! Three mice had somehow gotten into the bottle and drowned in the oil! Now, THAT was gross.

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  6. Leslie,

    LOL, I love this story. We have a cat who brings the mouse to my kitchen door and proceeds to eat it in front of me. He did leave behind the stomach!

    And, we had a mouse crawl into our car vent and died! Husband had to take disconnect the air conditioner vents to reach it. I posted about it here http://ourboysinmx.blogspot.com/2009/05/cool-air-at-last.html . It happened to us not once, but twice. We got our cat shortly after the second incident.

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  7. I would rather find my kind of loot anyday, finger and all, compared to that!  Totally GROSS!  LOL! 

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