Mixing Ice Cream and Mice
“Praise the Lord from the earth, ye dragons, and all deeps: fire, and hail; snow, and vapours; stormy wind fulfilling His Word. Mountains, and all hills; fruitful trees, and all cedars: beasts, and all cattle; creeping things, and flying fowl: kings of the earth, and all people; princes, and all judges of the earth: both young men, and maidens; old men, and children — Let them praise the Name of the Lord: for His name alone is excellent. His glory is above the earth and heaven.”(Psalm 148:7-13)
Last night, my little family took part in our local major Junior Hockey team’s spaghetti dinner. It was a fundraising event whereby the team members and their families raised money for breast cancer. It was a great event. We tasted all the yummy food while similarly contributing to a great cause. Afterward, we stopped at Dairy Queen and had some ice cream for dessert. Then a quick wander to Walmart for a pump so that we could put air in our basketball. Overall, it was such a great evening spent with my boys
When we eventually arrived home, I had to pee. So I took off to the bathroom. The cat was in the bathroom playing with the bath mat. Of course, I ignore the cat because I really have to go. I lock the door and sit to pee. That is when it all happened. Here I was, looking at the cat when I saw it.
Here is my cat – known as Mr. Big Shoes — PLAYING WITH A MOUSE in my bathroom. Worse however, is that here I am totally locked in the bathroom with the two of them. These creatures are playing between me and the door. Stop laughing because in case you haven’t figured it out by now, I hate mice. In fact, I really HATE mice.
I screamed and then got out of that room as fast as I possibly could. Remember those sweet boys that I just had dinner with and then went shopping? Well, those sweet boys laughed and laughed and laughed as they took the poor dead mouse away from Mr. Big Shoes and disposed of its body.
Was this the end to a lovely evening? Well, not quite!
When I have ice cream before bed, it typically means that I am going to dream about wild crazy stuff that I read about, watched or discussed before I fell asleep. It is for this reason that as a rule, I won’t eat ice cream before bed or … lol … other food sources containing lots of sugar. However, on this particular evening, it was a treat. So I indulged and bought an ice cream that was also chocolate dipped.
It was going to be a long night. First, I dreamed about mice in my bed, playing in my pillow case. The dream was so vivid that I could FEEL these imaginary creatures on me while I slept. Don’t get me wrong. I like cartoon mice like Toopy, Jerry, Cinderella’s mice and even the American Tale mice. They are cute. But real live mice are a different story. In my mind, mice should not be in my house — EVER.
Unfortunately, my boys think differently. My husband thinks it’s great that our kittens are such great mousers. I think my indoor babies should NEVER know what it is to be a great mouser. My son thinks the mouse came from the basement, so it’s not a big deal. I think that my basement should never have live mice hiding away there either.
And there is a reason for this. About a year ago, I had my first real live mouse encounter. I had taken my son to early hockey practice and wore my sneakers. When we got home, I took my shoes off and got him ready for school. About the same time, my little ones started getting dropped off daycare. Along with my son and the other children, I put my sneakers back on to go wait for the bus.
However, now, these same runners didn’t fit right. The laces felt weird in my right shoe. So, I popped my shoe off to look AND A MOUSE POPPED OUT WITH MY FOOT AND RAN UNDER THE COUCH. That’s right. I had a mouse in my shoe. I screamed out loud. I jumped on the couch. Then I fell off the couch and hit the floor. Everyone, including my son thought the whole affair hilarious. The little ones laughed continually, almost to the point of tears.
Note that I’ve never worn those same running shoes again. Neither did we ever find the mouse. What we do know is that in all probability, that little venturous mouse likely came into the house via our cat Princess. The good news is that thankfully that little mouse was never seen again.
So let me say this. Yes, I know that we are “supposed” to love all God’s creatures – both big and small, and I don’t have an issue with mice OUTSIDE my house. I just would appreciate it if the mice remained in the beautiful outdoor world that God gave them to roam around in. Not the beautiful home that He blessed me with. All I want is to live in my 1750 square foot home in the country completely mouse free
Then I will once again love all the small creatures God created – and maybe – praise the Lord, even the wild ones too. I guess until that happens, my husband will be trap shopping and setting them up ….while I find somewhere else to hang out