Re: Wood Tick,Mice, Squealing

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> Jen wrote:

> I am screaming and doing my EEEWWWWWWWWW dance for you

All,

My son brought a small mouse up to wake me up and show me at one a.m. that the

cat had caught and just dropped it and was staring at it to wait and see if if

would run. It was a very small mouse not a mole, and jumped high. My son is

saying, it is a Arfixa mouse, jumper mouse, etc etc as it sat on the back of its

feet and ate chips.

Well, while it was in the hand towel, it jumped out and was running in my

bedroom and i started saying EEEEEEEEEEEEE. Now, why do women do that? I am not

afraid of mice but always squeal and we ran around too, chasing it and finally

found it and put in the box.

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If that happened to me, I would be the 1 who needed to be in a box!!

> Bennie wrote:

> Well, while it was in the hand towel, it jumped out and was running in my

bedroom and i started saying EEEEEEEEEEEEE.

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Jen L. wrote:

> If that happened to me, I would be the 1 who needed to be in a box!!

You must be an apartment city girl or something. :-) In the " real "

world :-). mice are just part of everyday living.

My cats have always brought live mice home and let them go in the house.

I think they like them for night time entertainment. The cats are

pretty sneaky at running quickly through the door with them too, so we

won't catch the cats they let the mice go. When they bring them in like

that, they don't hurt the mouse at all. They carry them in gently. Then

they let 'em go. Half the time, I'm the one catching the darned mice.

One winter, I got up to do barn chores at 6 a.m. I pulled my boot on

and thought, " what the? " Pulled the boot back off and there was a

little brown mouse looking up at me. I hadn't squished him. I took him

outdoors with me and let him go where the mouse trails crisscrossed on

the snow. I hope he found a home of his own.

Lyndi

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> Lyndi wrote:

> Pulled the boot back off and there was a little brown mouse looking up at me.

Lyndi,

I had left my pots out over the winter in my back yard with the dirt in them and

when to empty them and WOW ! Little moles ran and jumped everywhere, the cairn

terriers couldn't keep up so I just threw them over the fence My neighbor needed

their yard areorated and I thought they would do it.

My cairns also shamed my Dad's farm dogs when we opened a trunk we keep fish

food and cow feed in. Rosie, my alpha dog, got four right off, Elliot the one

that watches but when he gets it, he gets it! He got four to five and Dad's

little dog, Daisy Mae got three kwie Yellow was shamed but I told him he was

great anyway.

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I am a city girl, but that is only because God forgot to tell my parents I was

born to be a Country Girl!

> Lyndi wrote:

> You must be an apartment city girl or something. In the " real "

> world. mice are just part of everyday living.

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Anne R wrote:

> I am a city girl, but that is only because God forgot to tell my parents I was

born to be a Country Girl!

I am equally at home in both places:-) My favourite place though is

living in close to isolation in northern Saskatchewan, Canada. Ten

miles to the nearest neighbour, three hours to a centre big enough to

have a doctor. Wild animals wandering through the yard. Foxes, wolves,

lynx etc. The only two times I was a bit concerned was when I met a

bull elk on my doorstep one early morning, and had to shoo a black bear

out of my garden one evening. I faked confidence with those two. :-)

Mice, rats, moles, voles, bats, weasels, eagles, hawks, and all sorts of

owls swooping down are not things that I can get excited about.

I did however, have a huge moth smack me in the face one night. It's

wingspan was about three inches across and it left that icky " moth

residue " on me. That made my heart pitter patter for a good three minutes.

Lyndi