I dealt with poopy diapers and poop in the yard. I dealt with puking kids and puking animals. I kept turtles and frogs and fish in the house when everyone knows those creatures live in the wild (I drew the line at snakes). I killed my share of spiders and other creepy crawlies.
I will not deal with mice and dead critters. That's his job. (I'm sure it's written in a husband handbook somewhere.) And it is a hard and fast rule in our house (It tops my No gifts with cords rule).
So when I saw the tell-tale signs of a mouse in the house, I followed the rule and told my husband about it.
"Oh, no. Are you sure?"
Am I sure? Really? As I am taking all the dish towels out of the drawer and washing them (I'd really like to throw them all and get new ones, but that may be a little extreme), he asks me if I'm sure.
I give him "the look".
"OK. I'll get something tomorrow."
The next night he came home with glue traps. GLUE TRAPS. The mouse runs across them and gets stuck to the trap. He, of course, talked to people all day about what to use.
"These work great," he proclaims.
"Fine," I answer. "But I will NOT be touching those things after I put them out. That's your job."
He chuckles. "I know."
A couple of days go by. No signs of anything. Of course, it has warmed up outside. The critters don't need to come in and get warm. Each day I take a peek inside the cupboard under the sink and the towel(less) drawer.
And then it happens.
I peek in the drawer and there it is. A mouse stuck to the trap. I'm sure I looked and sounded like a cartoon character.
"Oooo, oo, oo. Greeeeggggg. There's a mouse in the drawer.
"Are you sure?"
Really? Again with the are you sure? Just because I'm running from a mouse stuck in a glue trap, you question what I saw?
He laughs as he walks to the kitchen (shouldn't he be running to save me?). Opens the drawer. Yep, there's a mouse in there. He grabs a plastic bag.
"Well, come out here and hold the sack and help me."
Really? I have a serious case of the heebie-jeebies and he wants me to hold the sack.
I don't think so.
"No. I told you when you bought the damn glue traps that I would have nothing to do with this. I will not hold the sack."
He laughs at me again.
"Come on. Just hold the sack.You don't have to touch it or anything. I'll pull out the drawer and dump it in."
See, he's not too fond of this either.
"Oh, I think it's still alive. Maybe I'll get it tomorrow."
Yeah. And I won't be helping you then, either.
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