Who woke YOU up this morning?

on September 8, 2008 in Ze Bloggy Goodness with 32 comments by

I thought I heard my roommate ripping up paper.

At 5:30am.

You know that feeling of waking up and knowing something weird is going on? Yeah, I had it.  My heart?  It was beating like a drum kit.  Because something was NOT RIGHT.

So I heard this paper ripping sound, over and over again.  I finally sat up.  The sound stopped.

That’s when all the panic thoughts started.  Is there a person in our house?  Is someone hiding in the hallway outside my door?  What is my roommate (let’s call her “Jamie”) doing that is making this sound?  My mind was going 100 miles an hour.  And then the ripping sound happened again.

Yep.  Definitely in my room.

That’s when the panic escalated.

I reached over and turned my lamp on, and as I did, the sound began to happen repeatedly- rip rip rip rip.  I was looking around the room but not seeing a thing.  I stood up, and saw it.

A small brown blob jumping around in the GAP bag at the end of my bed.

A mouse.  A MOUSE.  Trapped in the GAP bag.  Trying to JUMP HIS WAY OUT.

I threw my bedroom door open and ran full tilt out of my room [because I am very brave] to Jamie’s room because I thought this fit in the “wake me up any hour even though we’ve only lived together for a month” category.  And Jamie?  She’s gone to the gym.

Why, pray tell, does anyone go to the gym by 5:30am, especially when there is OBVIOUSLY an emergency at home?  Gracious.  I call her cell phone and leave a message with these exact sentiments.  More colorfully stated.

And then I grab my camera because nothing alleviates fear like thinking, “This is so bloggable” and behaving as such.  I pull the few pieces of clothing out the bag so I can get this shot.

I’m borderline freaking out this whole time, mind you, so each piece gets quite the shake before I bring it out of the GAP bag.  Because can you imagine the depth of the heart failure I would have experienced had I pulled the mouse out of the bag?

For you animal lovers, I will have you know that I grabbed the top of the bag and rolled it down like a sack lunch, while the mouse was doing triple sow cows in there, and just tossed him outside.  So he lives.  He’s lucky.

Here’s how I’m lucky:

1) I’m really glad I went to the GAP this week and got a new pair of jeans.  And I’m also glad that I left the GAP bag in the middle of the floor.

2) I don’t know how the mouse got in the bag.  I’m just really glad he didn’t fall off something and land in my mouth.

3) I’m glad it was a mouse and not something slithery or human.

4) I’m glad I love the book The Tale of Despereaux, because I just kept telling myself it was sweet little Despereaux trapped in my room.

After the incident, I sat down at my computer, put on the soothing melodies of The Gabe Dixon Band and tried to calm my heart rate.

Because nothing says relaxing morning like Gabe Dixon with a side of small rodent.

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  1. posted on Sep 08, 2008 at 5:06 PM  |  reply

    I’m sure the poor wee mousie was terrified, too!! I’m glad you set him outside instead of killing him. I’m sure he didn’t mean to be in your GAP bag!

    And if you need to borrow a cat, just let me know…I have 5…

  2. posted on Sep 08, 2008 at 5:29 PM  |  reply

    OH NO MA’AM.

    We can’t have that.

    But at least it was a mouse and not the full-grown rat / nutria / might-be-a-cat variety we used to deal with in south Louisiana.

    Rodents. I do not enjoy them.

  3. posted on Sep 08, 2008 at 6:28 PM  |  reply

    I am writhing on your behalf. SICK.

    And! AND! I love “The Tale of Despereaux” too!!!!!

  4. posted on Sep 08, 2008 at 7:01 PM  |  reply

    Found your blog today through a friend and my first thought was, “where does she live?” Where I live (in Asia), there are no cute little mice, just RAT rhodents. And they do get in your bags. And I have had one under the dinner table unknowingly when we sat down to eat. SHUDDER. I’m glad yours made it out alive.

  5. posted on Sep 08, 2008 at 7:46 PM  |  reply

    sick. absolutely sick.

  6. posted on Sep 08, 2008 at 7:53 PM  |  reply

    Oh my. I don’t know that I have any words.

    Although I will tell you that when P and I were first married we lived in an old townhouse and a rat threw a piece of burnt toast at me.

    The worst part was it wasn’t our toast.

  7. posted on Sep 08, 2008 at 8:47 PM  |  reply

    You should have named him Gus and made him sew you a dress for the ball.

  8. Suzanne
    posted on Sep 08, 2008 at 9:22 PM  |  reply

    You know he has a mama. And a daddy. And probably some siblings.

    And did you say triple sow cow? Because that was flippin hilarious!

    Ronnie T. Roach lived at my old house – he and his extended family. I do think it helps to name the intruders. Makes them feel like they belong – like family….er…..

  9. posted on Sep 08, 2008 at 9:36 PM  |  reply

    i love Marie-Claire’s comment!!! that is hilarious! i would have screamed bloody murder.

    and dang, your roomie must have some serious discipline. can you have a give-away for some of THAT? i need a hefty dose of self-discipline..

  10. posted on Sep 08, 2008 at 10:01 PM  |  reply

    You prayed for friends in Nashville.

  11. posted on Sep 08, 2008 at 10:31 PM  |  reply

    love the new design on your blog…one day i hope to be you :o) anyway….glad you’re safe and not harmed and thanks for the email the other day! blessings!!

  12. posted on Sep 08, 2008 at 10:45 PM  |  reply

    Lucky mouse, indeed! I was once married to a woman who found a mouse in her closet. Her idea of how to properly address the situation (as she was home alone and immune to the concept of ‘reasonable options’ – which is likely why she married me… but I digress) was to grab the 12-gauge shotgun from the cabinet and shoot it. No kidding.
    Not only did she successfully assassinate the mouse, but she also murdered two of her shoes (not of the same pair, of course), and seriously wounded the interior closet wall, as well as the exterior hallway wall… on both sides of the hall.
    Which leads me to the story of how I met spackle. But I’ll save that one for later.
    For the record, you’re idea is MUCH, MUCH, MUCH better! Oh, and never use a shotgun to convince a mouse to leave your house – especially when you have a roommate! 😀

  13. posted on Sep 09, 2008 at 2:43 AM  |  reply

    Oh! I had a mouse under my kitchen sink, but he did not meet such a lovely fate. (Hint: glue trap)

    Also? Definitely bloggable.

  14. Southern Gal
    posted on Sep 09, 2008 at 6:11 AM  |  reply

    Oh NO. I would have died right there or at least fainted dead away. You’re brave, BRAVE, I tell you!

    Now to go get “The Tales of Devereaux” which I am not familiar with at all.


  15. Southern Gal
    posted on Sep 09, 2008 at 6:12 AM  |  reply

    Excuse me…
    “The Tale of Despereaux”.

    Told you I wasn’t familiar with it.

  16. Susan
    posted on Sep 09, 2008 at 7:15 AM  |  reply

    Happy Monday morning for you! Good thing “Micky” lives – and not in your house or Gap bag.

    Sorry but I’m still laughing at Big Mama’s comment. Priceless.

  17. posted on Sep 09, 2008 at 8:06 AM  |  reply

    A Python. You need a python to guard your home and keep you safe from mieces.

  18. posted on Sep 09, 2008 at 8:34 AM  |  reply

    Okay, so I am proud of you for saving the nasty little rodents’ life, but you really have to get serious now, you know that right? Ummm, you need to go to the wal-mart and buy one of those semi-humane trap thingies that look like a rectangular shaped box – –you put some peanut butter and crackers in it and any friends or relatives of your mouse friend who remain will go in and be trapped until you can take them out and free them in a dumpster where they belong.
    Sorry you lost your GAP bag, guess you will need to go buy something else to get another one.

  19. Brad
    posted on Sep 09, 2008 at 8:34 AM  |  reply

    Hey, Tiger. It looks from the 1st shot of him in the bag that you scared the poo out of him. And proportionately, he looks like he was very afraid.

  20. posted on Sep 09, 2008 at 9:27 AM  |  reply

    You make me laugh so much! I miss you

  21. posted on Sep 09, 2008 at 9:51 AM  |  reply

    We were just talking about the mouse on Friday! Jody, my husband was asking (Let’s call her “Jamie”) if she ever caught it. Congrats!

  22. posted on Sep 09, 2008 at 10:34 AM  |  reply

    You poor girl. Mice are unpredictable. I’m so glad he got into the bag rather than your bed.

    Major kuddos to your for being brave. I don’t think I could’ve grabbed that sack. I’m scared of small frogs!

  23. posted on Sep 09, 2008 at 11:17 AM  |  reply

    Not only have we killed a family of mice in our brand new home, but I had a snake fall on my back from my garage several months ago. I feel your pain, girl.

  24. posted on Sep 09, 2008 at 11:20 AM  |  reply

    I’m trying [unsuccessfully] to get over the fact that you reached down in that bag.
    …multiple times.
    …oh my heavens.

  25. posted on Sep 09, 2008 at 11:23 AM  |  reply

    OMGosh, Annie. I hope you don’t take this wrong or anything, but the comments were even funnier than your post! Thanks for sharing. I can’t believe you thought of taking a picture in the middle of your terrors!

    I have mouse ‘problems’ and the one fat cat I have just waits for her 1/2 can of cat food.

  26. Southern Gal
    posted on Sep 09, 2008 at 11:24 AM  |  reply

    I kid you not. My daughter called about an hour after I left my comment. She’s in college and lives in an apartment attached to a really old house. The conversation went something like this:

    “Mama, can a roach eat a hole through a plastic bread bag?”

    “Um. Not unless it’s a huge roach.”

    “OH. NO. Mama, what does roach poop look like.”

    “If you’re asking me about poop, then I don’t think we’re talking roaches here.”


    I immediately told her about your blog. She’s not happy with the prospect of living with a mouse.

    My 6 year old wants to see your mouse movie. It looks great. Thanks for the heads up on it.

  27. posted on Sep 09, 2008 at 12:21 PM  |  reply

    Pure and utter hideousness. Nothing spells out a jacked up morning like being awoken (is that a word?) at 5:30 in the A.M. by a foreign “object” the most vulnerable of rooms.
    I had a few escapades of the like when I first moved into my house…I have a pair of flip flops with bite marks to prove it. (:

  28. posted on Sep 09, 2008 at 4:05 PM  |  reply

    i have some poison. seriously. chad put some rat poison in the tree outside of our front porch and the next morning – poison consumed – and TWO dead rats in the yard.


  29. posted on Sep 11, 2008 at 10:10 PM  |  reply

    But he’s so CUTE sitting there in your bag. Maybe he was just trying to make you a fabulous dress, a la “Enchanted.”

  30. posted on Sep 12, 2008 at 10:04 PM  |  reply

    about 3 weeks ago I was laying in bed watching tv when I feel something move on my hand. I look over to see a mouse…on my hand…on my bed! I flipped. So I feel your pain.

  31. posted on Sep 12, 2008 at 10:31 PM  |  reply

    AHH you just made me scream out loud.


    I did have one run across my face once when I was sleeping. Yup. I did.

  32. posted on Oct 22, 2008 at 9:30 PM  |  reply

    Wow – so many scary mouse stories! It sounds like those meeces have really gotten brave, running across hands and throwing toast and all.

    Someone should put them back in their place. LIke in a Gap bag. (I admire you – I am NOT an animal lover and would have employed a hammer to that rolled down GAP bag before I put it outside).

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