This morning (in the rain) I went out with my just-straightened hair to do the chores. Yep. I know, I’m your hero. As I entered our well house where the feed is kept I noticed one of the bins had a lid that was ajar.
An inner voice warned me, “Ginia, don’t open it; there’s something in there.”
I ignored the voice and even bent down a little so I could get a nice, big scoop. As I pulled the lid the rest of the way off, I came face to face with the most jumptastic mouse I had ever seen.
Lots of screams and a little running in place ensued before I collected myself.
I gave a few less-than-entusiastic attempts at getting the little (but very vertically talented) mouse out. But the crazy guy would not stop jumping long enough for me to scoop him out! I am serious when I say that it was like the guy was jumping on a trampoline!
Eventually I decided the best idea was to block the creature so he wouldn’t crawl up my arm (screaming inside at the thought) while I scooped out the food and then replaced the lid and let Matt deal with it later. In the dark. Alone. That’s what men are for, right?
So I did just that. The super-human mouse is still trapped in the canister along with the Kibbles ‘n Bits.
I called a-not-so-impressed Matt to inform him of my adventures and he reminded me of how the house also attracts o’possums.
Wow. Dodged another bullet or creature. Yet again.
Categories: Life on the farm
My name is Ginia Oehlschlager and I'm a small-town gal from Missouri. Join me as I document my crazy life on the farm with my husband and four kids. I'm always looking for frugal, simple ways to live the life God set before me. Where faith, family and fun come together on the farm.