Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Christmas mouse

I am an avid reader. My children have become consistent readers also. We enjoy sitting down together, cuddled around a great book, making different voices and goofing off. Together we have consumed numerous Christmas books. Many of which have been about adorable Christmas mice. They look so cute dressed in tiny clothes, and bringing Christmas cheer.

We discovered on Monday that tiny Christmas mice may be enjoyable playing in decorations in stories, but not so fun when you actually have mice playing in your Christmas decorations.


I am short. We know this. We keep our decorations on the top shelf in our garage, which requires me to use a stool. I don't mind. I have always enjoyed climbing and stretching. I think it's part of the little man syndrome. I have to prove that I can do it by myself. Sometimes it gets me into not so pleasant situations. Case and point, Monday.

I perilously stood on the edge of a stool surrounded by bikes and strollers and reached up toward the Christmas boxes. Even standing on a stool I can't see the tops of the boxes, but I know which ones I want and tip them forward to get a better grip. Joy of all joys! To my surprise a surplus of little black pellets come rolling forward, hits me in the face and then drop down my shirt nestling nicely between my cleavage. It takes every ounce of control in me not to completely freak out, throw the box and jump regardless of where I land. I managed however to maintain my composure and bring the remainder of the boxes down.

Upon inspection, we discovered that mice had been nibbling at our stockings and tree skirt, which just happen to be in the same box as our fake tree. There was mice poop and pee on all our products. I salvaged the stockings and skirt. Quickly throwing them into the wash. I will however, not touch the tree limbs.

These puppies are being thrown away. I just know all these limbs are full of mouse droppings and pee. No Thanks! We have had this tree for 11 Christmases now. It has seen it last day. I think it was time for us to purchase a new tree anyway.


Sally and Brian said...

That's horrible...but a great reason to get a new tree. How did the mice get all the way up there?

Dawn Walterscheid said...

EEEWWWW!!!!!!! Are you sure that they are mice and not rats? I am very impressed that you stayed so calm I would have burned everything that came close to the pee a poop!

Heather said...

Ah, come on! What's a little yellow snow between friends?

OK, you're right. I wouldn't touch it either. Yecho!

Hope the new tree is gorgeous!

Krista said...

I am a bad bad friend ... I still can't stop laughing. That's HORRIBLE! I have the same issue, though I am a few inches taller than you, I refuse to ask for help (even though I am married to a ridiculously tall man) and often get myself into ... uncomfortable situations.
I totally would have chucked the boxes if I had mouse poop hurdling down my cleavage ...