It takes the Little Sister a while to wind down for a sleep since we eighty-sixed her pipe a few months back. So it was nothing to hear her singing and playing in her cot late last week. I was eavesdropping on her chatter:
Go to sleep dolly.
Lie down teddy.
Hello mousey!
Come up here mousey.
Whatchya doing mousey?
The following morning I caught a fleeting glimpse of her new mate as it flew across the floor into the narrow space next to the dishwasher. I made a mental note to ask Bearhands for some baits from the shed. (I know, since when have mental notes worked around here). Then I promptly forgot about mousey.
We had a massive weekend. On Friday night we saw Pink soar around the Brisbane Entertainment Centre. On Saturday, we celebrated Nanna’s 90th birthday. Sunday morning saw us up early to celebrate Father’s Day and by the afternoon we were toasting my Cousin’s nuptials.
On Monday afternoon, feeling pooped, I thought I’d have a little lie down before I picked the Big sister up from kindy. I flopped into bed and snuggled under the doona. I was on the brink of sleep, when I started to feel a vibration against my leg. My initial thought was my silenced phone, but a quick glance revealed it on the bedside table. So I lifted the quilt to have a look. At that moment, mousey saw the light (and an escape route) and came barrelling towards my pillow. I did a frozby flop onto the bedroom floor that would have earned me a spot on the Australian Olympic team if I’d had a witness.
When I spotted mousey later than night, but he refused to make eye contact.
The baits* are set now, so I’m anticipating there’s one more encounter with mousy in my future, but I’m hopeful that we won’t be reunited in my bed. In fact, I’ll be happy if Bearhands is the only thing that rubs up against my leg in bed for quite a while.
ever had an unexpected bed mate?
do you eavesdrop on your kids?
* Remind me one day to tell you about the time I had to call the Poisons Information Hotline. Good times.
LMAO – I would MUCH rather a mouse than a cockroach, which I’ve had crawl up my leg in bed!!! Isn’t it the bed listening to our children sing etc xx
Eeeeeek! Oh, and we’ve had to call poisons hotline at least 3 times. I now know kids can eat a whole month of the pill without any adverse effects!!!!
Haha! Absolutely love your description of how you flopped to the floor.
I’ve never had a mouse in bed, but have had one in the bedroom rustling around in plastic bags on the floor searching for food. Made a ruckus and scared the hell out of me. I’m sure they’ll eventually be caught, food can do anything 😉
eeeeeeek!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s all I can say!
Oh you poor thing! That would have been so awful.
I am good with snakes and spiders and even sharks (at a distance) but mice? I go like the 1950’s housewife and shriek and jump around. We had one and I was obsessed (and disgusted but had to keep telling people). It ran this loop at 9 pm so I had 20 million baits where the loop circuit went. It vanished. But scared me for life.
I’m clearly the same Lydia. Give me a snake any day! Although I’d prefer it wasn’t in my bed, all the same.
Ahhhh yuck!!!! When I was a kid I used to have a couple pet mice ( why, I don’t know). I took one out and hid it under the corner of my brothers towel that he was laying on, on the grass to scare him. Except he then rolled on top of it!! No more mousey! 🙁 x Karen
Oh dear! Our mousey is probably lucky I wasn’t totally asleep – he might have met a similar fate.
Ewwwwwww! Hubster woke up in a panic one night when he realised one of those big cockroaches was climbing on him – that sort of stuff gives you nightmares for weeks!
Agreed – it’s put me on edge. Everytime I hear a crinkle in this house I turn into a ninja.
ick! One early morning a few years back my cat jumped up on the bed and sat on my chest, I just figured he was trying to wake me up so imagine my shock when he deposited a mouse on my chest. It still haunts me *shudder*.
Oh God! I’ll take live mouse over dead mouse any day Kyla! You win!
Horrors!! Complete horrors… I’d have freaked out… do love listening in to the kids’ conversations, they’re so innocent. Unlike that mouse.
I feel confident that I’ve frightened him onto the straight and narrow Seana. He’ll never bed-hop again!
Oh my god, that cheeky friggin’ mouse. In bed! At least he wasn’t snuggled on your pillow. That would be taking the piss.
Aaaaarrrrghh! I can’t stand mice!
My boys have the most hilarious conversations. A lot of it is telling the other one off…in the same manner we tell them off. Ooops!
Eeeeekkk!! Having a mouse in your bed must have been horrendous! I love my daughters conversations especially with her toys. They make me want to run in and give her a big squelchy kiss!
I would have exited the bed in record time too. Never seen a mouse inside our house, hoping it stays that way!