including how to kill a Thanksgiving turkey and what to do when you get fleas. Today he showed off yet another skill: mouse-catching. Apparently he "only" did this 5 or 6 times as a missionary, but 5 or 6 times was enough to make him an expert! So Ben and I were sitting at the computer together when we both saw a small, black shadow scurry across the corner of the room and into the closet. I think if we hadn't both seen it, either one of us would have brushed it off as an illusion. I was sure it was just a big spider. Ben (remember? He's the expert) was certain it was a mouse. Eek! We moved things around in the closet long enough to coax the little guy out to the doorway to peek at us. Sure enough, a tiny mouse! He was so cute I was determined to catch him and keep him as a pet! That determination quickly dissipated as we followed through with the details of Ben's mouse-catching plan. He was not nearly as cute while scurrying under my feet! Ben started with the broom and swept the mouse out of the closet while I chased him with a garbage can. Once we realized my reflexes were not going to cut it, we switched jobs and Ben took the garbage can. I poked the mouse with a broom; he ran out from under the computer desk; and Ben caught him on the first try! Unfortunately, the mouse was either a tiny bit too slow or too fast. He got caught right under the rim. So much for our new pet (and your appetite, if you're reading this before a meal -- sorry)!
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Nice aim, Ben! With all your talk of him being the expert, I expected the result to be on purpose. I thought he actually tried to pin it like that! Those are some really quick reflexe!
Gross! I can tolerate mice outside but not in MY house!
Well done my lad. Well done. We saw a mouse at our neighbor's house while tending their kids. We left it for them. They found a mom and five little baby mice. Yuck. We have killed a few mice in our day too. It's a handy skill.
Gross, I hate mice. Sometime I'll have to tell you about the time in Russia where our apartment was infested with mice and we used mice glue and cardboard to catch them.
I was just reading a story here about a man who found a dead mouse in a block of cheese that he bought at the grocery store. What a gross story! It got me thinking that you should save the mouse and learn how to make cheese, unless you already have a gift for Brady for Christmas.
So funny and gross. Josh once shot a mouse at my parents with a BB gun. I should tell you about Paul and I coaxing a Pika out of Hannah's room. Google a pika, they are cute, but not in your babies room. We heard it on the baby monitor it was scary.
BTW I am totally impressed by Ben's aim.
eek! a mouse.
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