Has this happened to you? You see your kid scratching their head and automatically you’re thinking of 15 loads of laundry and lice treatments. If you’re like me, you might have ‘Parent PTSD’. I read on a blog recently where someone calmly got a ‘safe box’ for a mouse after they discovered gnawed food on their table. AHH! We did happen to have a mouse (not on the table, thank the Lord!) a month or so ago, and I went out and bought traps. It took HOURS to clean up the mess.
HOURS.
In fact, there’s still at least one closet we haven’t gone through. That little sucker visited every room in the downstairs of the house, ate through our pantry, and left a ‘crap’ ton of work behind.
Last night I had a nightmare about having a mouse. It started with seeing a bunch of gnats in the house and flies, and then they TOLD me they were glad that the mouse was able to get food, because it left it behind for them. AHHHH. Sure enough, the fridge was open and the mouse had pulled? eggs or attempted to, anyway, through a large grate in the wall (which doesn’t exist by the way) and left raw egg behind the grate and all over the floor. Apparently I was able to catch it with my hands, and conveniently throw it outside in the grass to a waiting cat (which we don’t have). This is all in a house we don’t own.
Parent PTSD. It’s horrible.