Mr Jangles
The last night and afternoon have been traumatic! I have been screaming, running and frantically cleaning. “Nervous breakdown?” I hear you ask...no we have mice!
Mice! Plural! Send help!
It all started 5 weeks ago when my husband was happily watching his man shows while I had decided on an early night. He saw a mouse run from under the sofa and in to the hearth of the fireplace. He second guessed himself so put it down as seeing things. The next night he saw it again after I had poked him to get up with the wee man for an unscheduled feed. He told me in the morning.
Well I was freaked!
I know the change in weather and drop in temperature sends them all scurrying for a nice warm home for the winter but in my head it was because I had neglected to clean something. I have no idea what so I went and cleaned my already clean home from top to bottom.
In my head I knew this wouldn’t get the mouse out but I had to do something. Every morning we were greeted with chewed carpets and droppings. *SCREAM*
Pest control came and left special poison designed for them to eat then go to the nest and die, away from my guilty feeling eyes. This didn’t work – the mouse didn’t touch it.
He came back and tried a different area for the poison. The mouse didn’t make an appearance, it seemed to have worked.
Then 2 weeks later BAM! My kitchen showed evidence of the little bastard.
My floor chewed and the tiny little shit drops covered the floor! The bastard was back! Now named Mr Jangles (he needs a name is he’s going to try move into my house) he had now taken his family into our home! Bloody cheek! I didn’t get no rent!
This only happened for two nights then nothing! Phew, we thought. He’s gone.
Move to last night –
My family and I were enjoying a takeaway after a weekend shift at work. I returned to the kitchen to fill my plate again (greedy git) only to see Mr Jangles chilling in front of the washing machine.
I called my husband...Mr Jangles has gone.
I talked with my husband about how upset I was about this and Mr Jangles appears again, running across the kitchen floor resulting in me screaming, my husband screaming and chaos imploding in the kitchen.
My husband’s screams made me burst into laughter; I have never heard him scream like that. He says it was because I scared him with my scream but...really?!? HAHA
Then this morning blissfully enjoying my cup of tea after the nursery run and Cassi’s nap, I see something move on the sofa.
Bloody Mr Jangles is on my F’in sofa! He then runs across and hides be hide one of the cushions. I can see his smug little whiskered face.
What did I do? Well I got the hell out of there!!
I packed Cassi’s bag and we went to my mother in laws.
I spent the afternoon there.
The pest control guy was called and he came later in the afternoon informing us, yes Mr Jangles had a family and they had eaten the poison but it hadn’t seemed to work. No shit!
Now before I get the Blah blah blah killing is bad – i know it is. Mice are running around my very small home.
I have young children and a husband who is easily scared – ha-ha
I have now purchased some traps and those sensors that are suppose to deter mice so fingers crossed I won’t have to use the traps.
My nerves are shot. I didn’t realise how scared I was of mice till they decided that my home would be the perfect home for them.
I would love a cat and I defiantly think I would not have a future Mr Jangles and co trying to move in but alas my husband is also scared on them...ah my knight in shining armour.
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