As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone on 11/06/2011 at 15:08pm, I’ve had another encounter! This time it was something so lightening fast and horrible. It was a black mouse! No wonder the cat has been leaving mouse heads on our property!
I was cleaning up the backyard after lunchtime today. And during the later portion of the clean-up, I decided to see if I could throw away some old carpet runenrs, which Maw wanted to keep/hoard because they were still good and did’t have the glue backing flaking off like the thinner, extra pieces of carpeting left over from upstairs.
Anyway, after lifting up an old Image Writer II printer, Apple box, I moved the VERY sturdy, yellow plastic bin (courtesy of the old San Jose recycling program long ago). Due to the heavy weight of this container, it was stuck momentarily to the table. With a couple of hard yanks from my right hand/arm, I loosened the container from the paint.
Lo and behold, a black mouse came out of hiding from within the center most, rolled up rug! It bounded upon my right shoulder with two leaps and headed downward to the cement to my right peripheral vision. It actually trigger some slight pain afterwards. Damn mouse!
I couldn’t scream loudly because the divorced nutter was working on her back yard too at that time and I didn’t want to trigger her emotions.
Through the screen door, I told Maw that a “dahgah” came out of its hiding place. I tried to explain to her but she is getting hard of hearing. So I went indoors and told Paw to remove/throw away the carpet because it might have mouse poop and/or babies inside the old runners.
After Paw placed the container of washed rice into the cooker, he was so kind to go out back, unroll each carpet to see that there was nothing, re-rolled each one and stuff the recycling bin.
I was thankful that he is still around to use the box cutter to reduce this morning’s boxes of Motorola (for the AT&T DVR receiver) and other styrofoam boxes. I finished re-arranging items inside the cabinets of the garage after lunch prior to working out back.
He also helped to replace two of Ma’ws fallen geranium plants into their new containers and hand them up again because the fruit tree got mad and broke off its limb, thus sending the flowering plant crashing to the ground below during the night of strong winds.
Paw said that after we purchased and installed a white cabinet to store our gardening products (such as fertilizers, killer and paint), the mouse didn’t go inside the house. I don’t know about that. The mouse trap and other chemicals did its job because the smell of death lingered for a while until Paw found a petrified mouse in between the old cabinet long ago.
