Of Mice and Terry

Who knew that my little blog on the misadventures of our mice, would generate so much interest!  So, I have no choice but to offer up a follow-up Mouse blog…Truth be told, I’ve turned into a Mouse Frau.  Based upon the title of this blog, you may get the gist, that the saga of  “Of  Mice and Terry”  is not yet over.   It’s shocking to admit, but I  can be such a girl (and not in a good way).  I’ve screamed so much at the site of mice, I feel like I have a raging sore throat…and if I wasn’t so gosh darned clumsy, I would stand on a chair to avoid the mice.   But hence, I would fall off, so not sure what is worse a broken leg, broken ego, or a heart attack from the mice, so I’m staying off the chair.

What has happened since we last met 7 days ago…Bachelors 5,6,7 and 8 have reared their ugly beady eyes.   I won’t get into the nitty-gritty, about the hows and why’s of how these creatures have continued to Take over my Life  (since this is supposed to be a style blog),  but  the mice have outsmarted the traps as well as the plug-in mice repellent!   I am not amused.   And lest you think I live in squalor, not true!  My home is clean, neat, and organized (most places).  It happens to the best of us.  And,  I have declared “I’m sick and tired and not going to take it anymore”.  The O’Brien’s shall stop being such gracious hosts, except for party guests, whom we actually invite!

This week  Dennis from Orkin, appeared at our door, and I have hope, and a few less mice.   We have admitted we have a problem, and are taking the necessary 12-steps to ensure we rid our lives of these nasty little creatures.  I figure the humiliation of having Mr. Bug in my driveway pales in comparison to having a heart attack at my tender young age, so we gave in to a higher power (Mr. Orkin).   We are Rodent-Free…and will be on an on-going program to remain as such.  Oh, and we know I’m not that young!

It pains me to admit, but this is not the first time we have been invaded on our home field.  Several years back, a gaggle of raccoons decided they digged our home (pun intended) and started to expand their family in the walls of our humble abode.  Again, we were not amused.  I was even unhappier when the guy from ABC Wildlife asked if National Geographic could film the rescue of these house invaders  for an upcoming special on “How wild animals migrate into people’s homes. ”  I did not want to be known as the Raccoon Lady, so I politely declined.

Actually…I do not want to be the mouse lady either, or the raccoon lady, or the lady who screams each time she sees a mouse.  Instead, Meredith or Patrick’s mom, Kevin’s wife (most of the time :) ), Mrs. O’Brien, Terry O, TOB… or T., the gal who writes that snappy blog, sometimes about fashion, actually suits me just fine.

To my partners in Elimination (actually more them, then I)…Eileen and Linda…I owe you the world, or at least a lovely bottle of chardonnay.  Thank you both so much for everything, and for helping me gain back my sanity and house!  It took a village!

xoxo

T.

 

PS -Running screaming from mice, does not a workout make.

Happy Spring!   And coming Friday…Wardrobe Essentials!

If you give a Mouse a Cookie…

Scratch that…make that peanut butter.  And how do I know this?  Because my house has been overrun by Mice!   (Perhaps 4 does not an overrun make, but to me, it’s 4 too many). And unfortunately, I am now a connoisseur of catching mice.   And, while my blog is typically about fashion and style and the Bears, since this has truly taken over my life, I thought I’d pen a quick blog about it. 

Here’s what I know about mice:

1.  They rarely come alone.  Unfortunately I know this first hand… 4 and counting!  Argh.

2.  You do not have to buy a standard mousetrap.  They have these new-fangled traps that look like hockey pucks, so you never had to see a dead mouse again.  My friend Kristy told me about a mouse repellent you plug into the wall, which is supposed to help…24 hours later, no mice.  I think she’s onto something.  I got mine at Ace Hardware.  And yes, I saw Bachelor #4 in my fitness center… this is not good news for trying to keep with my workout routine.

3.  You need peanut butter to catch them, not Cookies, and certainly Not cheese.  Ugh and Yuck! 

4.  Mer Mer, Paddy and I absolutely Loathe these rodents…We’ve thought of checking into a hotel.  Kevin will be pleased he has long-term guests at his hotel.   Dorm living is looking really great to Mer now…actually, it is anyway. 

5.  I hesitate to call an exterminator, because the last thing I want in my driveway is one of those trucks with a Huge Bug on top…talk about giving the neighbors ammunition about me (further ammunition).  Why can’t they disguise their trucks with something less taboo, like a high heel shoe?

6.  We do not have cats, which I know would help with this mouse problem, and thankfully, no snakes…although, the spring season is young,  sadly I am not.  Bring it on little rodents, you’ve met your match!

7.  God-willing, this will be the last blog, I ever write about rodents…I’m much happier blogging about shoes and handbags. 

Coming Friday…Accessories…Don’t leave home without ‘em!

xoxo

T.