Sickem Sam

Well, there’s a mouse in my house. He’s a tiny little guy. Heather affectionately named him Sickem Sam. Although he’s kinda cute, we would like him to go back outside where he belongs. Every once in awhile he ventures out into the living room while we’re watching tv. We grab the broom or a cardboard tube dubbed the ‘mouse killer’ and take a few whacks at him. We don’t ever really expect to hit him, but maybe, just maybe, we can literally scare him to death as he scurries back into the storage room. Mostly we just ignore him and try to forget he’s there.

One fateful night, Heather and I had gone to bed. It was about one in the morning and I still hadn’t fallen asleep. I was right on the verge of going to dreamland, when BAM BAM BAM “Lyndsey!”

“Yes?”

“Come to my room, quick!”

I pulled myself out of bed and went to see what in the world Heather could need from me at such a ridiculous hour. She pointed at the valance above her bed and asked me if I could see anything. Nope, nothing. She swore up and down there was a mouse there, which is a creepy thought because it would have had to scamper up her bed to get clear up there. We investigated further and Heather started shaking the curtains a bit. Suddenly, there was the mouse, flying through the air and crash landing onto the carpet in the corner. Heather let out a squeal, jumped up and grabbed her pull up bar and swung outta there in a red hot second. I followed behind her laughing my head off.

There we were, both of us in shorts and a sports bra, me clutching Heathers pink cowboy boot and Heather cowering behind me wielding her camera tripod. We waited at the entrance to her doorway. The next thing I know, Heather is squealing and all the way down the hall at the opposite end of the house before I have time to blink. Apparently Sam ‘charged’ her. I didn’t see this. I think the tears of laughter must have obscured my vision. The sight of ‘rough and tough’ Heather acting like a big sissy was just too much. I loved it and don’t think I have laughed so hard in ages.

We tried one more tactic to get him out of her room. Heather found some courage, put on her cowgirl boots, and walked into her room and jumped around trying to scare him out of hiding. I lay in wait at the doorway, hoping to smash him as he ran out. We came to the mutual decision that waiting at the door to smash him was obviously not going to work. Going out right then and finding a cat also wasn’t really a feasible option. So, we came to the next ‘logical’ conclusion. (Since all mouse removal ideas hatched at 1 am are brilliant.) We swung the door shut and stuffed a towel under it to trap him in until the morning. We sat there for a second when we heard Sam scratching at the door. Yuck. Heather decided it was time for a movie to get her mind off the nasty mouse that had invaded her space. So we plopped on the couch and started some silly flick starring Cary Grant. And that is where Heather spent the rest of the night.

Heather's Version of the Sam Story

I love irony and the fact that I have been extremely jumpy the last couple of weeks coupled with the fact that I could not sleep/ did not sleep last night, makes having a mouse in my house totally awesome. So back to the beginning, tonight I could not get myself to fall to sleep even though I hardly slept last night. Lucky for me Lyndsey was having the same problem. So what do you do when you cant sleep... well I lay there listening to sounds until I can finally convince myself that it is time for me to go to bed. You know that point when you finally get to the place where you know you are about to sleep.. well that is where I heard this funny noise coming from my window. Well being jumpy like I have been lately, I jumped out of my bed flipped on the light and investigated my window. After coming to the conclusion it was nothing I turned on my bed side light flipped off the over head light and went back to trying to force sleep upon myself. Well I finally made it back to that wonderful place where you feel yourself falling...... and damn it all to hell there was that noise again. I opened my eyes and looked up at the celling and there sitting on the top of my valence looking down at me was a mouse. Now like I said before I have been jumpy all week... so what did i do i jump up on my bed jumped over to my pull up bar swung out into the hall way ran to Lyndsey door and made her come make sure I was not seeing things. Well being a good sport she followed me the two steps to my room and looked in.... Nothing. I knew there had to be something there so I started banging on my curtains. All of the sudden a mouse fell of the top and landed in between my bed and the wall well i was off again swinging into the hall where i hide behind Lyndsey who was holding on of my pink cowboy boots in defense. We grabbed our flash lights and started looking all over my room from the safety of the door frame. Believe it or not that stupid mouse came at me and i took off like a jack rabbit down the hallway. Lyndsey was so busy laughing at the sight she did not even see the mouse. I sheepishly walked back to the door frame realizing that i was lucky that i had decided to wear shorts to bed but i was wishing i had a shirt because the creepy crawlies had just started to set in. Well like the brave little soldiers we are we sat in the door way for thirty minutes waiting for that mouse to attack she Lyndsey could hit him with a boot and i could hit him with a tri-pod. We had a couple of near misses then i decided to cowgirl up get some boots on and walk in there jump on my bed and scare him out of his hiding. I tried for at least one minute then my nerves got the best of me and i swung out of the bedroom again. And we unanimously decided to close the door and lock the mouse in my room with a towel under the door. Well we locked him in there and sat door and did some deep breathing trying to calm ourselves when all of the sudden we heard that mouse scratching at the door. Well that was it I decided we were going to watch a sappy movie and i was going to sleep on the couch.