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Zounds! Sacré Bleu! I don't believe it!
On the freeway, as I was about to take the offramp toward Alpine (to attend a wedding reception), I saw a movement through the far right end of my windshield, in the wipers gutter, which as I focused on it became a little wriggling line that extended into the air, then slipped, shivering, out of sight below the glass's bottom edge. "Holy Shit!" I shouted. "A mouse!"
My wife looked up from what she had been focused on. "Where?"
"It was right there!" I pointed, and described the tail (as I have here).
While she finished up visiting inside (I had made my hasty hellos and goodbyes), I popped the hood, got out my super strong flashlight and scouted out where the critter had vanished to. Ahhh, there it is, a low opening that no doubt leads to behind the dash. This has to be the stupidest mouse on the planet: when did you ever hear of a mouse building a nest inside a car that moves practically every day?
On the way home, I stopped at Smith and Edwards and bought four traps, the oldy and goody kind. They're baited with Tillamook white extra sharp cheddar. We'll see tomorrow if it took the bait and paid the ultimate price or not.
If not, what next? I can get my next oil and filter change a few hundred miles early and ask Kia "techs" to get that mouse. Hah. They'll probably have to rip the dash apart to get in there. No, freaking, way. I'll put up with a dead mouse in there if it comes to that. How long would it stink up my car? Would it ever entirely go away? How bad would it be? I think that my sleep will be disturbed tonight. Hah.
The corner where the mouse disappeared.
The stuff of which mouse nests are made, no doubt.
The arrow points to where the little beggar squeezes in under my dash.
The traps and their locations.
At least the little shit has class. Hah! (the irony: a mouse in the only brand new car I've had; all those used cars and vans; I've never even seen a mouse in my driveway/carport, much less sniffing around any of our vehicles ... till now
)
On the freeway, as I was about to take the offramp toward Alpine (to attend a wedding reception), I saw a movement through the far right end of my windshield, in the wipers gutter, which as I focused on it became a little wriggling line that extended into the air, then slipped, shivering, out of sight below the glass's bottom edge. "Holy Shit!" I shouted. "A mouse!"
My wife looked up from what she had been focused on. "Where?"
"It was right there!" I pointed, and described the tail (as I have here).
While she finished up visiting inside (I had made my hasty hellos and goodbyes), I popped the hood, got out my super strong flashlight and scouted out where the critter had vanished to. Ahhh, there it is, a low opening that no doubt leads to behind the dash. This has to be the stupidest mouse on the planet: when did you ever hear of a mouse building a nest inside a car that moves practically every day?
On the way home, I stopped at Smith and Edwards and bought four traps, the oldy and goody kind. They're baited with Tillamook white extra sharp cheddar. We'll see tomorrow if it took the bait and paid the ultimate price or not.
If not, what next? I can get my next oil and filter change a few hundred miles early and ask Kia "techs" to get that mouse. Hah. They'll probably have to rip the dash apart to get in there. No, freaking, way. I'll put up with a dead mouse in there if it comes to that. How long would it stink up my car? Would it ever entirely go away? How bad would it be? I think that my sleep will be disturbed tonight. Hah.
The corner where the mouse disappeared.
The stuff of which mouse nests are made, no doubt.
The arrow points to where the little beggar squeezes in under my dash.
The traps and their locations.
At least the little shit has class. Hah! (the irony: a mouse in the only brand new car I've had; all those used cars and vans; I've never even seen a mouse in my driveway/carport, much less sniffing around any of our vehicles ... till now
)
). That's what I want to believe, of course.
