Just an Update on the Mouse Situation

Yes, I realize that the discovery had been made about a week ago. I've been busy starting a new (part-time, but at least I'm working) job and spending money on Christmas and all that fun stuff. So the mice. Turns out, the mice have been nowhere to be found (so I'm crossing my fingers hoping they are actually like the mice on Cinderella and are working on some fabulous ensemble for me to wear and are cleaning up after themselves). My grandpa had a theory that there were squirrels in there, and the squirrels are also nowhere to be found. Turns out that we had......BATS.

Ugh, yes...bats. I'm pretty sure there are no nice movie references to bats. Most bats are actually evil vampires are they end up sucking your blood and whatnot. I guess Bartok in Anastasia wasn't too terrible. He turned out to be a not so bad bat.

If you do not understand that reference I am really disappointed in you. Oh, and NO...Anastasia is NOT a Disney movie. My goodness, the amount of people that do not understand that. Oh, and side note...Balto is NOT a Disney movie either.

Anyway, back on topic. Instead of having a bat like Bartok (not too terribly bright, gives terrible advice...) I had a real one. A real bat that somehow got caught on a sticky mouse trap (that is beyond me). Ick, bats are just gross and I cannot stand them. However, since the bat had been caught I have heard no noise of creatures running around. Success? I really hope so.

Next time there is some crazy animal running around my house, can it be something awesome. Like, hey, how about someone makes sure that its Pascal from Tangled. That guy was awesome. Though if he is not 100% like Pascal, then I don't want him.

I guess it's safe to assume that I wish my life was an animated movie...ha

My Fear of Mice is Not Irrational

Yes, I have made the recent discovery of mice in my house. Ok, I think they are in my house. There was the sound of scampering above my head as I was in my living room watching netflix. I am almost hoping it's mice, but it sounded kinda big so I have no clue if it really is. As I am listening to the feet run around above my head all I am thinking about is how terrified of mice I am. Yes, I know. It's a pretty stereotypical fear for a girl. But in all honesty, my expectations of mice were pretty much crushed as a young child. I was expecting sweet and innocent mice, like in Cinderella. Instead, they are creepy and gross. And super sneaky.

I mean come on. How can you not love these guys?? Here's how I know that the mice in this house (and pretty much all other houses) are evil:

1) Where's my fancy dress? Cinderella's mice cared deeply for her and when they discovered that she would not be getting her wish of going to the ball (thanks a lot evil Stepmother and Stepsisters. Way to assign more chores) they worked on the dress for her and finished it. And she loved it. Then her step family ruined it but that is besides the point. The mice showed such a kind gesture for Cinderella, and the mice here are not doing that for me. In fact, no mouse ever has showed me a kind gesture. The kindest gesture they've shown me is by being dead by the time I see them, and that's only kind because the I know they are no longer running around.

Look at those kind, thoughtful mice. They work so hard.

2) I am pretty sure the mice were kind enough to clean up their own mess. You never saw poop anywhere, and after the whole making of the dress there is not a bit of a mess left for Cinderella to clean. I am pretty sure that they helped her out quite often because they felt she was overworked. What mouse has ever helped you clean up? Yeah, I can't think of a single one either.

3) The mice in Cinderella sang quite often, especially while they worked. And they were pro-Cinderella songs. They were songs about how to help Cinderella. Pretty sure the mice here aren't singing, and if they are then they aren't nice songs.

Can I have these mice please?

4) Obviously, these mice in Cinderella are the nicest mice ever. Pretty sure they put their lives into their own hands to get some of that trimming (darn that cat) and they would do anything for Cinderella. They were probably quiet at night, and they were friendly when they saw Cinderella. Now I haven't seen these supposed mice yet, but I am pretty sure they won't be nice to me if I see them. 

5) Gus. You honestly can't have a better mouse than Gus. He's just awesome. If one of these mice that I think are living in my house is like Gus then I'll be a little nicer to them and will think twice before setting traps out for them.

He's just too much. I love him.

Instead of these fabulous mice that Cinderella had, I am pretty sure I am dealing with super evil mice that want to take over the world or something. 

Heck, I'd even take Fievel

Or...Stuart Little

But alas, my mice are definitely not like them. Thank you media, you have given us such wonderful mice to dream of having in our house, but the real mice are just awful.