Has This Ever Happened To You?

So I just really needed to share this today.

As I was making room for all the apple juice we pressed and canned this last weekend and preparing the canning pantry for yesterday’s post, my hand brushed up against a little string hanging down from the upper shelf.

You can see it in the picture above in the upper left.

There’s a big basket holding plastic freezer containers on the shelf, so I couldn’t see, and I just pulled the string to get it out of the way.

It didn’t budge, so I pulled again. And still it wouldn’t move.

Only now it’s starting to dawn on me that it doesn’t really feel like a string. It’s kinda hard.

It couldn’t be…


I can’t tell you how creeped out I was over this dead mouse, cemented to the shelf because it had been there who knows how long (and no, we never smelled anything…weird).

I backed away with my stomach roiling and rushed to the sink to scrub my hands like I had OCD.

I was pretty proud of the fact that I didn’t scream, yell, or make any childish noises, though I did go get my husband to take care of it. I don’t care how that sounds- it’s just a benefit of being married in my book. I can still bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan – as long as he takes care of the mice.

It was hours before my stomach settled.

I kept reliving what the tail felt like as I pulled over and over. OK, it was only a couple of times, but see what my mind makes it into?

Tell me I’m not alone in this.

Or maybe I should know if I am, and get some help.






  1. says

    NO WAY! Well, I can’t say that has EVER happened. YOU TOUCHED IT! EW! I am going to have to wash my hands after typing on your blog- Ha,ha. We did have a mouse get in when we lived on 10 acres. He got in our closet. All the kids were on our bed watching and my job was to hold the trash can while my husband flushed him out into the can. That stinking thing crawled up the trash can towards me so I dropped (or threw it at my husband or somehting like that) the can. He went in our bathroom. The kids got in the tub to watch. The mouse was behind the toilet. I wasn’t going for the trash can holding again. My husband grabbed one of those white valance curtain rods that has the metal end and stabbed the mouse too death in front of the kids. I can still hear the sound.

  2. says

    I make my hubs take care of stuff like that too. I have found bats and mice in our garage and I figure that they are big strong men, let them deal with the removal!

  3. Tracy says

    I would have screamed like a little girl. I don’t know why mice freak me out. You are very brave to not have screamed.

  4. says

    No, I haven’t had THAT experience, thank you. But my toes are still curled up – literally – their automatic reaction to discovering the second photo and reading your story.

    My first real mouse-in-the-house experience was at our last house. It was after 11 pm, I was chatting on instant messaging online w/a friend in Canada while nursing my baby. She got done nursing and I put her in the bouncy seat that was on the kitchen floor behind me. Not too much later, I noticed one of my indoor-only cats slithering through the kitchen, behind the bouncy seat. I turned around to see why she was slithering, and just then she stopped to set down the mouse from her mouth. And the mouse took that opportunity to RUN! I called my husband, and by the time he came downstairs, all 4 cats had the mouse cornered by my bedroom door (OH! I was SO thankful that door was closed!) My hubby was able to pin the mouse’s tail down w/a hanger, grab it by the tail, take it outside and throw it over the fence. The cats spent the next hour or two looking for it (in the house.) I’m sure my toes stayed curled for a few days.

    Unfortunately, we’ve had a number of mice and voles found in this house. That same indoor-only cat has been the best hunter of such lovely guests. Fortunately, she’s so well fed she hasn’t bothered eating them and usually brings them to my husband live.

  5. says

    Ha! I just read that to everyone who lives in the house! My fam and my brother’s, too! Thanks for the laugh!

    And if it makes you feel any better, I have a ton of mice stories. Not the least of them being my mum finding a pet hamster that had gone missing, eating her wool sweater, she flung it out the window and it lived in the barn for about a year after that!

  6. Jenelle says

    Oh no! I would have totally screamed, and I would have absolutely had my husband take care of it.

    I’m going to go wash my hands now. Yuck!

  7. Jami @An Oregon Cottage says

    Oh, man, thanks guys! I feel so much better now and not such a wuss (my family was giving me grief over my reaction!).

    And some of your stories made ME laugh- Oh my, I think I’ll have the image of reaching for a brown mug/mouse in my head for awhile now. Emptying the dishwasher won’t ever be the same again. :-)

  8. Vicki B. says

    I work graveyard and I woke up one morning and walked into my living room barefoot. I felt something under my foot and when I looked down it was a dead mouse. I screamed and my husband jumped about a mile high.

    The cat had killed it and left it as a present. I jumped in the shower and scrubbed my foot for 30 minutes trying not to puke.

    I feel your pain.

  9. says

    I’ll tell you my funny story.

    One night SO and I were in bed watching tv and I could hear this squeaking sound, I kept telling SO I could hear a bat. He said it was from me moving around on the bed..so I said “ok whatever but I know it was a bat”. 2 days later my now 4 year old (he was 2ish), called me into the livingroom to show me where our new kitty pooped on the floor. I looked and said “oh no honey that is just a fuzz ball”.. I picked it up to toss it.. I turned it over in my hand and it had eyes and an open mouth… it was… A BAT HEAD! CHEWED OFF! The kitty caught it and ate all but the head!! OHMYGOSH! My face turned white, my heart started pounding and I almost passed out!!

  10. Gina says

    Hey, I came over because LeeAnn told me to. I’m obedient like that. Your story made me laugh because we live in a REALLY old house with a few mouse friends that we never see- but I know they are there. A few winters ago we had some ice damage where the ice melted INSIDE the house and we ended up tearing the ceiling off the next spring. Any way, my husband pulled out a mouse so dead and dehydrated that he held it by the tail and the thing stuck straight out. No kidding.

    By the way, I would have puked, screamed, scrubbed, cried, amd gotten my husband to remove it.

  11. says

    Omg, omg, omg!!! I’m moaning over here to myself and my husband is asking me what’s wrong. Eeeeeeeeewwwwww!!
    Awesome, though, that you were able to keep your head and actually get pictures! You’re my kinda blogger!!

    In related story matter, I did reach up above my stove once to get to my sesame oil and thought, oh, how odd, why is the cork pushed half way down into the neck of the bottle….then realizing that there never was a cork. A mouse had somehow pried the lid off and had crawled in and gotten stuck in the neck of the bottle, leaving his tail trailing out the top (quite similar to your dangly, string-thingy in your photo). LOL


  12. Jami@An Oregon Cottage says

    Oh my, Farmgirl, I have to say I might freak out if I found a mouse IN a cupboard IN some food- Ewwww is right!

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