After the incident last night with the hairy blob under Addie’s bed, I was sitting in my chair knitting late last night. I looked over and saw this.
I’m telling you . . my heart skipped a beat! I could see his little fat belly and his back legs sticking up. He was dead! And it looked like rigor mortis had set in. You know how a million thoughts run through your mind in an instant. What if he’s not dead and I stand up and he runs? Where will I go if he runs and I can’t find him because I’m not sleeping in the house with a mouse? I thought about calling Vince but I knew he was in bed and Texas is a long way to drive . . especially in the night in a 24 year old pickup that isn’t in the best of shape . . all for a mouse that is, by all accounts, already dead. Like Addie, I thought I could smell it! Really, all those thoughts ran through my head in less than a minute. I was thinking . . do what you told Addie to do. Get the long tongs, pick it up and throw it out the door.
Then I realized . . it’s the beginning of a gray sweater I started a while back. Not sure how it got there . . my guess is Boots drug it out of the knitting bag is has been sitting in.
That was about all the excitement I needed for one night!
Denise Russart says
ROFLOL – I would have thought the same thing at first glance but then thought why is it speared on a knitting needle. 🙂 too funny
Judy Laquidara says
It was a bit dark and I was tired but after I noticed the knitting needle, I have no idea how I didn’t see that right off the bat.
Teri says
HaHa! What goes around comes around!!
Judy Laquidara says
You are so right. I need to remember that!
Chris says
Oh my goodness, that is hilarious!! BUT it truly does look like a dead creature! I take it Addie was in bed and asleep.
Laura Haynes says
From here, I can’t see the knitting needle. Judy, I thought you were going to say it was a cat toy on a string that Vince must have bought, or that you forgot y’all had.
Karen says
LOL. This is too funny. As a suggestion from personal experience, you know those can grabbers you use to get things off a high shelf? They are good to grab something that you want to keep far away from your body!
judyt52 says
So funny. Reminds me of the time I opened the side back gate to put trash in the can and a raccoon was sitting on top of the trash bin staring right at me. I ran back in the house and called my daughter to come save me. When she got there, we slowly and cautiously opened the front side gate and it was still there, I grabbed a rake or some other long-handled tool that was easy to reach and went to poke it or the can to get it to run away. It just stayed there! Turned out it was one of the neighbor’s dogs toys and they must have been playing with it and it went over the fence and just landed that way. My daughter took a video and we realized when we watched it, I was out front, in my pajamas, with the bottoms on inside out. I don’t know which was more embarrassing or gave us more laughs.
Judy Laquidara says
That is too funny! Thanks for the laugh!
Dottie Newkirk says
Oh my – all I saw was a dead mouse until you explained it……”not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse”.
Cilla Tyler says
I’m laughing so hard (with you, not at you…well ok….maybe a little of both) that I’m ready to pee my pants….
Susan Nixon says
It is quite mouse-like, especially from this distance!
Nelle Coursey says
When I looked at it, I thought it was a rat! LOL I would have done the same as you, but with Boots around I doubt you will have a problem with them.
Jackie says
This was too funny, I didn’t see the knitting needle either but almost had a heart attack and kept going back to the picture to check. I forgot about Boots, he’d protect you.
Julie says
Hard to believe it’s not a mouse! Looks just like one…lol!
craftingwacky says
Ha ha. I looks exactly like a mouse to me! (And I have had too much experience with that in our house)
Twyla says
My first husband was a farmer and I never knew when he would be home. We lived in an OLD farmhouse that set down in some bottom land. My washer and dryer were on the screened in small back porch. I never knew what might be setting on the washer to say hello, Twyla. One night he came in and I told him there was a raccoon and a possum on the washer. That is right, he got his gun (not the broom I always used) and killed the washing machine shooting at the possum. Then ther was the little foot long water moccasin in the kitchen silver ware drawer. Well I did say first husband.