Scene from a 50's sitcom

Volume 9, Issue 106; 28 Oct 2006; last modified 08 Oct 2010

Things you don't believe when they happen to other people. You're not expected to believe this tale, but it's true nevertheless.

While cleaning the basement this afternoon, I found a box of ceramic and glass objects long since thought lost, sacrificed to the moving gods. Not sacrificed, merely mislaid, it had clearly been the winter home of a family of mice.

As Deb sorted through the objects, removing balls of shredded paper and the discarded husks of acorns and assorted seeds, it became evident that it was the intended home of at least one mouse this winter as well.

Leaping from the box, he (she?) dashed into the kitchen where I was beginning to consider preparations for dinner. Thinking quickly, I attempted to encourage the mouse towards the door, blocking his path alternately with my left foot and then my right.

As I struggled to unlock the door and get it open, the mouse bolted back towards the kitchen. I blocked with my left foot and wrenched the door open. I hadn't seen the mouse in my peripheral vision; I turned to look and lifted my left foot cautiously, fearing to find the crushed remains of my adversary.

No mouse.

I leave you with the image of a six and a half foot tall man hopping on his right foot, shaking his left leg, and yelling “Eep! Eep!” in a sort of breathless panic.

(After a brief tour of my upper thigh, the mouse was persuaded, not quickly enough to my mind, to exit my pant leg and scamper outside.)


Hee, hee! Not to laugh, too much at your predicament, but we had a similar situation happen to my dad. We were on the back porch of his house, and he was on his knees fixing something on the grill.

Meanwhile, I had noticed a mouse crawl into a nearby rain spout. As I investigated the rain spout, tilting the hinged end, the mouse popped out and scampered to the next nearest hiding place -- my dad's pantleg!

As the mouse made its way up his pantleg, he jumped up screaming and grabbing at his leg, while all of the neighborhood was treated to the sound of my mom shouting, "John! Take your pants off! Take your pants off!"

I swear that is one of the funniest moments of my life, though I doubt my dad would share the sentiment.

If only we had a video camera! I'm sure we could have won a million bucks on America's Funniest Home Videos...

—Posted by Scott Hudson on 30 Oct 2006 @ 04:45 UTC #

Hilarious. Both stories. As you say Norm, barely believable!

Thanks for a chuckle on Tuesdays!

—Posted by Dave Pawson on 31 Oct 2006 @ 12:46 UTC #