On One Hand

September 17, 2006

Mice and Men

Filed under: Uncategorized — ononehand @ 9:07 pm

Today I woke from a nap to hear a faint crinkling of papers with the telltale signiture of a small animal rustling around. I sat up expecting to find a mouse, and instead found the dog sinffing at a stack of old exams.

But later in the day I did spot a mouse in my bedroom, an unexpectedly brazen one that didn’t flee or flinch until I got remarkably close. It nibbled at a cracker with some peanut butter left over from a midnight snack the night before. I thought I could catch the mouse by the tail but it moved away just in time, returned 3 minutes later and moved away just in time again.

Having a mouse in my room doesn’t bother me; it’s probably a recent arrival as the weather begins to cool outside and the warm house is appealing, and as long as I don’t wake up with it sitting on my face I don’t care. We have a mouse trap in the home but I don’t kill things so I won’t use it. Instead I’ll just keep the room a little cleaner and the mouse will probably move on to a more available market.

I had worries of waking up to the feeling of mouse feet running across my body, but realized how little such a thing would actually bother me. I once woke up with a full-grown praying mantis on my face, 11 years old and raising them at the time; the one I was taking care of apparently escaped from its cage in the corner of the room. Praying mantises, especially fat pregnant ones, like to hang upside-down to keep their heavy bodies from dragging on the ground, so will always climb in an upward direction until they find something with a suitable overhang. In this case the highest thing in vicinity was my bed and, at its pinnacle, my face, and I awakened to find the large insect clawing at my eyelids with its dainty feet. It didn’t bother me at the time and it wouldn’t bother me now. Bears, sharks, and bison might be forces to reckon with, and I’ve worried about them neurotically when venturing into their respective environments. I’m not some Timothy Treadwell or Steve Irwin, biding my time with dangerous animals that will only get me in the end. But little things that can’t actually hurt me; spiders, snakes, bees, tarantulas, insects, dogs and rodents, have never bothered me a bit.



  1. I have mice. Lots of them. Our building is very old. Snappy mouse traps don’t work because these are little mice. They never set the damn thing off.

    I caught one in a sticky pad and it was stuck and screeching and I had to drown it.

    I felt horrible for the whole day and haven’t killed one since.

    Comment by jennafern — September 18, 2006 @ 9:15 pm | Reply

    • If it’s stuck on a sticky pad, can’t you just put it, I dunno, outside somewhere?

      Catch a bunch of them and keep them in a bucket until you can drive them to a field or park. That’s what my dad does with sqirrels that eat bark off the trees in the back yard.

      Comment by ononehand — September 19, 2006 @ 1:38 am | Reply

      • They get caught on them and you can’t get them off, I tried, it had already chewed off one of its feet. I did catch one by accident in a soda bottle and let it go.

        Comment by jennafern — September 19, 2006 @ 2:03 am

  2. oi, come see Ink & Sand.

    Comment by cobracabra — September 19, 2006 @ 12:46 am | Reply

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