So last night I let Shaggy the Roomba loose on our living room. A vacuuming was desperately needed. Shaggy was doing his job, minding his own business when he started beeping like a mad man and yelling "ERROR! ERROR!" I finally figured out that between the beeps and errors he was telling me "Bitch, clean out my wheels!" Ok. I turned him over and immediately spotted the problem. A twig was projecting from his right wheel. I started to pull on it and realized that it was not a twig, it was a (are you sure you're ready for this, cuz it still curls my tummy to think about it...) LIMB OF A DEAD MOUSE! Yes, you read that right. A leg and paw of a dead mouse was sticking out of the wheel housing and I JUST TOUCHED IT WITH MY BARE HANDS!
I screamed. It sounded a little opera-ish. I think my 9yr old got screwed on her science fair project - it seems I CAN hit higher notes than previously thought. Sorry girl, you still got and A - and you teacher may never know that I can get an octave higher than was recorded.
The hubster and kids hollered "What?" But I couldn't formulate an answer. I just sat there stairing at Shaggy upside down and rocking, rocking, rocking, rocking...
Eventually some kids crept cautiously into the room. I could only point. "Eww, it's a mouse!" Oh, thank the purple unicorn, someone stated the problem - maybe I can speak now. "Yes, please get dad to remove it." Dad at least did not have to touch the thing bare handed. I gave him a rag. Then I spent 15 minutes scrubbing my hands in hot, soapy water.
Those of you considering a quaint older home in the country.... think again! We constantly have mice (even with two active hunting cats). Other animals previously found in our home, uninvited: a family of chipmunks, a 4ft(ish) snake, 2 birds, crawdads (or are they crayfish? - who the fuck cares, they don't belong in my house!)
For your viewing pleasure, an oldie, but goodie of child 5 during our homestead battle with the Chipmunks. To quote her "I get 'em, mommy! I get 'em."
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