Mice are our friends. October 3, 2006 ~ 8:25 pm
Posted by Julie in : Story Time , trackbackYou wanted a story about a one-eyed mouse, you got a story about a one-eyed mouse.
Rick and I had been involved in, um, certain birthday activities which involved a lack of clothing when I decided I had to go to the bathroom. I switched on the light, closed the door behind me, and froze. There was a scuffling noise somewhere in the room. A tiny scratching. I looked down, and from behind the garbage can a little mouse shuffled out. He wasn’t moving that fast and he was very small, but there was I in my all-together and I did what anyone would do. I screamed. Yeah, laugh, but you get caught in a tiny room with a rodent while you’re buck nekkid with nothing between you and said rodent and see what you do.
From outside the bathroom, Rick called “What’s wrong?”
“A mouse.”
“Where’d it go?”
“Uh, it’s still in here with me.”
I looked around. Fortunately, we had a rubbermaid container in the bathroom to contain a sometime-leaky pipe. Doubly fortunate, said container was dry. I turned it over on top of the mouse, and the container lived up to its name. It contained the mouse very well.
Some time later (certain activities had to be resumed, after all, mouse or no), I put my clothes back on and went to retrieve said mouse, now christened Steve McQueen (guess where I got that name from?). I had convinced Rick not to kill him, and was about to do a release. I would have taken him down the block to Central Park, but Rick’s merciful streak did not extend that far, so I had to settle for a tree planter on the sidewalk. I looked at the mouse before I let him go, and the mouse looked back at me. With his one eye. There was no second eye. No wonder he was shuffling around the bathroom, the poor thing was legally blind! I was in the process of telling Rick this when Steve suddenly got feisty and tried to hurl himself out of the container, so I quickly put him in the tree planter. I went back into the apartment.
Steve hasn’t returned to Rick’s apartment yet, but if he does, Rick has strict orders. No killing Steve McQueen, my legally blind birthday mouse.
(Note that this is not the first time I have rescued a mouse from a bathroom with tupperware. They are apparently seeking me out.)
Comments
I would like to congratulate you on your birthday romp with a one-eyed mouse and a one-eyed willie. You sure do get around! LOL!
HAPPY BELATED JULEZ!
House is my favorite!
My cat usually maims them bad enough to where they will die one way or the other before I get them!
st julie of the rodents
Steve McQueen was in the HOUSE!
HAHAHAHAHA!
UGH, I hope washed the tupperware afterwards
It’s nice you were so humane with Steve McQueen.
Oops I meant rubbermaid.
Need.More.Coffee.
You’re a good gal, Julie. I’m not sure how many points you’ve earned for saving Steve, but somewhere Steve’s mate is holding a dinner in your honor, and all of Steve’s children are raising their glasses of whatever they drink and hip-hip-hooraying you….what more could you ask for your birthday, eh?
See, I was close!!!
Oh and Happy B’day, one Libra to another
Yay saved mouse!
The mouse and EvilJ
Went to war
In the tiniest bathroom about
She took some rubber
In her nothing-others
And wrapped up the mouse to go out
So you were afraid that a blind, one-eyed mouse would see you in your nekkidness?
I must admit, however, I’d have done the same thing you did. Priorities after all. Steve can wait patiently under the container, thank you very much.
BTW, you forgot some additional details. Cut an old guy a break, will ya? Us old guys gotta know what new tricks you young people got.
Vince~I scooped him up with a mailer from the Youngest’s school placed under the container. I’m assuming that’s what you’re referring to, right?
Seamus~You win for most creative response. And for somehow intuitively knowing that the downstairs bathroom is microscopic. Good job!
Tot~That’s what I said.
Sparky~Thanks. And yep, you were close, but the one eyed snake stayed away from the bathroom until it was clothed.
Jenny~I’m a sucker for little disabled rodents, what can I say?
Lisa~Different name, same crap. No worries.
Aimee~LMAO. “You can’t stop our LOVE!”
ESC~Bless you, my child.
J-Me~No cats in Rick’s house, or Steve’s fate would have been quite different. My cats would’ve mauled him in minutes, even without front claws. They are mighty hunters. At least that’s what I tell them when I find them with an insect.
Nanner~And both were within 10 feet of each other! How’s that for a birthday?
Yes, that’s what I meant (rolls eyes).
Tease.
We don’t tell stories about sex on the blog…the Oldest occasionally stops by. You want sex stories, go see Bunsen.
She’s going too insane on the wedding thing. I need another outlet until she blogs about her honeymoon.
Come on Julz. AT least be original and not steal mouse names from the fabulous Gregory House.
I loved when I saw that episode and he named it Steve McQueen. I laughed so hard, I swear if I were drinking something, it would’ve come out of my nose. 
I swear, you always have the most interesting stories when it comes to birthdays and shit…
Vince~May I suggest Erosblog?
Leenie~Crazy things always happen to me, you know that. But I think I totally upped the frequency of those things happening when I moved here. (And hey, when my heart beats, it says “Greg House, Greg House, Greg House.” ;))