Yes, this is even worse than pooing your pants in public (hypothetically speaking of course). I was digging in my Sunday diaper bag at church today and found four dead mice. Actually, I didn't know there were four of them at first. I had pulled a bunch of stuff out of the bag and saw what looked like parts of a dead mouse or maybe two dead mice or possibly a small bird (I didn't want to get too close) in the bottom of the bag and I got up and walked away from my bag. Then I asked one of the girls in my class to look in my bag and tell me what she saw. She wouldn't look because the look on my face was freaking her out. For those of you who don't know, my number one top fear is mice (cats are in second place but I am really working on that). So the fact that I didn't run screaming from the classroom is a huge accomplishment for me. When I was 17 and at girls camp I found a mouse in my tent and was screaming and crying so much that I started hyperventilating and the leaders yelled at me because I woke everyone up. Anyway, one of my friends (actually she is my best friend now) was in the class and she quietly took the bag to the bathroom and cleaned the whole thing out for me while I sat in class trying not to freak out. When she got back she said that there had been four baby mice in the bag and that they hadn't been dead for very long. I just want to say that even though I take an enormous diaper bag to church filled to the brim with treats, diapers, and toys I do clean it out every week and I don't let it become crumb infested so I don't think that the mice chose my Sunday diaper bag because there was a bunch of food spilled in there. After I calmed down a bit I called Paul (who had ditched class to go home and work) and told him he needed to clean out the closet where I keep the bag and set traps before I got home. He understands my fear and knows I couldn't deal with it on my own so he cleaned everything out and found a lot of droppings but no more mice (dead or alive). The mice in my bag were babies so there has to be a mother somewhere and now I am afraid of my house. Maybe I should start really working on my cat fear and then get a cat (except I am allergic) and that would assure that I don't have a mouse problem. I will probably just call an exterminator.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
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Oh, Amy! That would be (hands down) wosre than pooing your pants...I'm so sorry.
seriously Amy, I can't even imagine if that happened to me. . . (huge sigh) I would die. I am proud of you for not screaming. Wow. I am not coming to your house for a while. As a matter of fact you can come hang out at my house for a while. Okay I now feel like there are mice crawling on me. yuck!!! I can't think about this anymore. bye.
Yikes! Amy I can actually picture your face because I was making it when I read the post! That would literally make me vomit and cry.....I am proud of you also, I can't believe you were so calm!
I can't believe you were so brave. I have no idea what I would have done. That is for sure worse than pooing your pants in public. (I don't know that for sure, since the only times I've ever pooed my pants I've been by myself running, so public is probably way worse! Too much info!) Who cleaned out your bag for you? What a champion she is!
Okay, so I just told Colton about your dead mice incident. He agrees that it is super gross, but says that pooing your pants in public is worse. He said that pooing your pants would cause a lot of embarrassment and humiliation, whereas finding dead mice in your bag isn't at all embarrassing, just gross!
Okay -- words cannot explain how unbelivably freaked out I would have been. First of all, I would have to burn that bag and buy another!! If it's a family heirloom, or something sentimental -- buy one of those special vacuum bags and seal it in there! Second, how will your class ever top that little adventure!?!?! Not sure class will ever be the same :-)
Juanita Townsand is the hero that cleaned out my bag. She is at the top of my "most awesome person ever" list right now.
BTW, yes the bag is in the garbage and the garbage man comes Tuesday morning so thankfully it doesn't have to be there too long.
So I didn't even see those mice and I am freaking out. I am very proud of you for not crying. I hate mice and oh man I can't even imagine. I guess now you get a new diaper bag. Don't know that is worth it but lets try be positive.
Amy, This is the worst story I have heard in years!!!! I could hardly believe that it is really true, but then I remembered when Billy and Karen were living with us, I left my school bag in the garage with an apple in it, and when I took it in the house to grade papers, I noticed that a mouse had been in my bag and eaten half the apple. I freaked out!!! So there are several bags at the dump which have hosted mice. Billy couldn't stop laughing. Well, you have the best mouse catcher as a husband. He caught many mice at our cabin years ago. I am dreadfully sorry that you had this grusome experience. I am still in shock! Several of my students have had the pants experience, and believe me, this is far worse.
I still freaking out about this mouse story. It nearly 1am and I can't sleep because I am now worried that there are mice in my house. :(
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Yucky. Mice. AHHuuuggg!!
I can not believe you didn't scream. I would have screamed for sure!! In fact the other night I was working late and I saw a mouse. I gasped and those that were working late thought something was physically wrong with me as I had been out most of the morning with a migrane. When I told them there was a mouse (which never even came that close to my desk) they laughed. Then two of the men trapped it in the closet and caught it in a box. I know it isn't here anymore, but I am still constantly checking around. In fact I didn't put my feet back on the ground until I got up to leave.
Geez Amy! Let me know the second you find the momma because I might loose sleep over it. As if you already haven't.
This story is truly sick. We had a mouse in our house in Draper, and Vaughn caught it with his HAND and threw it out the door across the street. Now, he did wear a glove, but nevertheless I thought he was half crazy. Maybe he should come over and go through your house.
Amy-This is the first time I have posted a comment on anyone's blog-this story is truly "post-worthy". I know that you told me the story on the phone, but it was actually more enjoyable to read. I still have the "willies" but I wasn't kidding when I offered to help as an exterminator. I have had many experiences with mice and even waxed a rat's butt one time (a story to tell if I ever learn how to create my own blog). Good luck with finding the mom mouse- call me anytime. Karen
Amy I have this same fear of mice couple months ago at church we had mice running around during sacrament meeting one mouse was even climbing the curtin by the sacrament table while they were saying the prayer. Yes that took a huge leep of faith to eat the bread that day. Next time we are together remind me to tell you my crazy mouse story from when Chuck was out of town.
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