Me: Oh I set my purse down on that mouse strip (I finally gave up and put it down last night)
Me: and walked around with it stuck to the front for half an hour
Me: it's like almost as bad as a pad on your shoe. it's worse.
Me: "I have mice"
Me: "that I'm willing to torture"
Stiff: holy shit! hahahahahahaha. that should have been the first thing you told me
Me: I finally noticed on the subway and like five people curiously watched me try to peel it off. it has pictures of mice and roaches.
Me: I just remembered! I blocked it out!
Me: I made this face like "What is THIS? How did THIS THING get on me? What is it even? I honestly don't even know!"
Stiff: was it hard to peel off? i am laughing pretty loud right now
Me: it was extremely hard
Me: and I got it on my hands and it's still sticky on my bag
Stiff: TWSS
Me: Yes. that IS what she said
Stiff: that is just a wonderful story
Stiff: At least it didn't have a dead mouse on it.
Me: Small miracles.
(No mice were ever successfully harmed in the making of this embarrassing moment. I'm going to just borrow my friend's electronic zapper, which doesn't work but won't keep me up at night thinking I hear little mouse screams.)
If you weren't so rough on puppies, you'd have a dog to keep the mice away.
Posted by: Josh Rosen | March 07, 2008 at 08:54 PM
A few years ago, my sister and I had a serious mouse problem in the apartment we shared, and after realizing that the mice were too smart for the humane traps (they stole the Pringles out of them and munched on them right in front of us), we got those awful sticky traps. I realized one was caught when we heard the squealy sad cries of one that wandered in to it, and it was just pitiful. My sister and I read the instructions on the box to try to figure out how to free it (there had to be a way!), and it recommended vegetable oil to get the mouse loose. We had no vegetable oil. The closest thing we had was butter-flavored Pam, so we sprayed that thing down with almost the entire can, while using a spork (didn't want to use the *good* plasticware) to try to pry the mouse off at the same time. And, yay!, it worked. Poor little soggy, butter-flavored mouse.
Posted by: Sarah | March 08, 2008 at 09:19 AM
Can't you get the poison? It works, and it's not as traumatic as the death trap route.
Posted by: Jen | March 08, 2008 at 10:36 AM
aside from very funny mouse story, great use of TWSS
Posted by: Matthew | March 08, 2008 at 02:04 PM
I wont go into the whole sad/gory story, but suffice it to say, I've never felt like more of an asshole then when I had to bust out the glue traps. It ends well for neither party involved.
Posted by: Liz K | March 08, 2008 at 07:04 PM
first of all thats an amaaazing anecdote. award-winning. and second, i hate glue traps -- i remember sitting up at night in my 1st nyc apartment, hearing their little feet patter across, get stuck, then that little squeaky whine sound, and then the sound of them pattering away off of it. ugghhahh
Posted by: sarah | March 21, 2008 at 06:40 PM
That sort of trap seems cruel on both side of the issue. When I was a kid my parents used them in their business and you would just see the mouse stuck on the trap. It was horrible think that it would soon be knawing at it's own legs to get out of the trap. Talk about mental torture!
Posted by: Sonya | March 26, 2008 at 06:28 PM