MICE

MICEMICEMICEMICEMICEMICE

The weekend was to be filled with work around the back 40. Dad pulled the motor home out and as he did yard work, I was commissioned with cleaning out the motor home. We were rinsing out the tanks and Dad said I think I saw a mouse in the hose. So, he took it out and laid it on the ground. A few minutes later a mama mouse peaked its head out and began to run out of the hose. The mama had six newborn mice attached to its teats. Very weird. Must have been just born. We were in such a panic neither of us had the presents of mind to get the mice... nor did we reallywant to actually. GROSS>We both agree we hate mice.Dad felt bad about forgetting to put mice traps in the motorhome, but I assumed the damage would be minimal.


As I cleaned the inside, I can't tell you the size of the two mice nests I found while vigorously vacuuming and washing up mice shit.The size of the cover of the electric fry pan. I know this because I lifted the cover and the nest completely took up the inside of the cover. YUCK.The cleaning was going quite well, droppings being vacuumed like sand in a desert, and I was in the bathroom vacuuming under the sink. I opened the draw and found another draw sized mice nest inside. I screamed and ran out whaling "There's another one... help."Was too much to take so your dad came to the rescue.We will never forget the mice traps again.
OK, so tell me mice don't know what to do in a panic. This little mama had the presence of mind to grab all the kids, tell them to suck hard cause mama has to run like hell for their lives.
Or they were all fast asleep in the hose and when it started to shake mercilessly she was aroused and made for the open.
And where was daddy mouse anyway... I half expected him to be guarding the opening with some sharp object... but no... he wasn't even present.