Riven
Bad Chin
Yes that says about it all of it, today I had a mouse in my pants and it's a good thing we didn't have company over. I can handle mice, like the kind in a pet store and almost any critter fine. But... yea.
I noticed the last couple days my cat having an interest in the vacuum, didn't think too much about it. Today I grabbed the vacuum to vacuum my room and started it up. I had my long yoga pants on which drag on the floor a little and next thing I know I feel something on my leg, didn't think too much about it at first because my daughter was behind me, then I felt it... moving. And I turn around to look and can't see anything so I say Hailey, do I have a bird on my butt? Because our quaker was out and sometimes he flies to where I am and climbs up, and that's exactly what it felt like. She's like uhmmm no. I said is there ANYTHING on my butt! She's like no, and that's when all of the images in the movies start going through my mind and I screamed.. oh yea I screamed like a little girl and I just started stripping my pants off! Finally we see a mouse run out and luckily into the bathroom. So we bring in the cat that's the mouser, he's freaked out by the screaming and hides, we bring in the other cat who's too lazy, so I called in the yorkie and he got the mouse a couple times, being 12 now he's not as agile as he was in his great mousing days and the mouse ran out under the door, I cornered it and grabbed it and tossed it into the bathtub. Where Winston tried to get it but it was too slick in the tub for him so we finally found the other cat who thought this was a great treat.
So yea... I had a mouse in my pants, and now when you see that happen on tv you can say you know someone who that actually happened to.
Mice aren't a rarity here because we're in the country and we occasionally get them in the house, but never have I had one... up my pants!
I noticed the last couple days my cat having an interest in the vacuum, didn't think too much about it. Today I grabbed the vacuum to vacuum my room and started it up. I had my long yoga pants on which drag on the floor a little and next thing I know I feel something on my leg, didn't think too much about it at first because my daughter was behind me, then I felt it... moving. And I turn around to look and can't see anything so I say Hailey, do I have a bird on my butt? Because our quaker was out and sometimes he flies to where I am and climbs up, and that's exactly what it felt like. She's like uhmmm no. I said is there ANYTHING on my butt! She's like no, and that's when all of the images in the movies start going through my mind and I screamed.. oh yea I screamed like a little girl and I just started stripping my pants off! Finally we see a mouse run out and luckily into the bathroom. So we bring in the cat that's the mouser, he's freaked out by the screaming and hides, we bring in the other cat who's too lazy, so I called in the yorkie and he got the mouse a couple times, being 12 now he's not as agile as he was in his great mousing days and the mouse ran out under the door, I cornered it and grabbed it and tossed it into the bathtub. Where Winston tried to get it but it was too slick in the tub for him so we finally found the other cat who thought this was a great treat.
So yea... I had a mouse in my pants, and now when you see that happen on tv you can say you know someone who that actually happened to.
Mice aren't a rarity here because we're in the country and we occasionally get them in the house, but never have I had one... up my pants!