yep mice are DEESKUSTING! They come in here at weird times....never in the winter. They like to hide behind the w/d and hw heater too. I saw a tail peeking out the side of my dryer one day and I about died.

I'm a tough ole lady except when it comes to creepy crawly stuff

Hi Dorry! Hi Gina! Wonder where Curious has gotten off to?

I rented an old Civil War era log cabin for a while when I was young and single, right after I got out of the Army. I shared it with all kinds of wildlife. There were squirrels living in the attic, and every morning they'd wake me up by running full-speed back and forth over my head. Mice were a big problem, of course.

Once I was watching a scary movie on TV with a date. We had the front door open because I had no AC, and it was hot that night. We were sitting on the floor in front of the TV, and all of a sudden she let out a big yell. I looked over to see a raccoon sitting up on its hind legs right beside her, watching TV. When my date screamed the raccoon screamed, and then I jumped up and growled at it like a bear, which scared both of them even more. The whole scene was hilarious.

Another time my fiancee' spent the night, and the next morning she woke me up in a panic because she had gotten up to go to the bathroom and found a big black snake lying in front of the bathroom door. I told her to step over it. Needless to say, she didn't see the humor in that. She told me that she was going home to mother, and wasn't coming back until I got rid of all the critters. So I got me a big tomcat, and after a week of noisy nights the creatures were finally all gone.

i'm here!

lil'monkey went to her first school dance tonight. miss social butterfly. lol. she danced and sang all night. she cracked me up when i asked her who she danced with. i'm thinking...well...there has to atleast 1 boy tall enough to dance with her...lol. her reply: girls....i'm only 12....i'm not into THAT with boys yet. maybe at the homecoming dance.

ok..so between now and i think the dance is in novemeber, she is going to start liking boys. lol. and they say kids don't come with a manual. getting more our of her....basically they all just dance. no dates...no asking anyone to dance..they just dance. hundreds of kids. must have made for an easy job for the chaperones.

gina...dorry....::::happy dance::::: you found us! hoot hoot!

so should i tell you my snake in the house story?

how BIG a tomcat? I would have loved to see that scene! Guys....always take varmints in stride. Except, my yankee hubby wasn't too keen on the first mouse we ever had in a mobile home rental in TX many moons ago.

He had his cowboy boots on (with shorts of course -transplant cowboys don't know how to 'do the dress' right) and our sons BB gun ready to do battle with the cute little pink bellied mouse.

Come to think of it I was alot braver back then! I didn't like the mouse shredding the labels on my canned goods and making a mess, but other than that and the fact that my feet wouldn't hit the floor, I was cool with the mouse.

He stalked that poor mouse and shot up the kitchen with bb pellets pinging off the countertop and walls

That's ok, I shot our brand new T-bird at that same MH, when I tried to use his 22 with a scope to shoot a snake at the foot of the stairs about 2 ft away. Scopes don't work too well close up!! haha. The bullet ricocheted (sp?) off the car door and I had to call hubby at work and tell him I shot the car.

the worse part was, when I moved the scope away from my eye, the snake was still there at the foot of the stairs. Didn't even flinch! That boonie living was a trip for us yankees

Hi Curious! I'm dyin' to hear your snake story! Methinks there are few things more entertaining than hearing about a woman's (and some men's) encounter with a snake. They're even better than mouse stories! I'm glad that you're feeling better. If I were you, I'd be thankful that lil'monkey isn't too interested in d'boys yet. Maybe if you're really lucky that won't happen for a while.

It was a big tomcat, Dorry, with a mind of his own. He helped me out with the critter problem, but then I had to tolerate HIM for the next twelve years! He was solid black, and very intelligent. He taught himself how to go number one in the toilet, without anyone showing him how, but felt that he could do number two anywhere he danged well pleased! I miss him now, but back then we had serious personality clashes. I was hard-headed and so was he. Many times he'd run up a tree to get away from me, and I'd follow him up to get him.

I would have loved to been a fly on the wall when you told your hubby that you shot his car! That must have been something. The funniest snake story I have happened about six years ago. I was over at a friend's house when my wife called and told me there were two huge blacksnakes in the back yard, and they seemed to be doing the wild thing. She didn't want no bunch of baby snakes around, so I had better get home and get rid of them. I told her I was coming, but then kept talking to my friend for about ten more minutes before I left. I was pulling up the driveway at home when I suddenly heard this Blam! Blam! Blam! coming from around the house. I ran around to the back yard, and there stands my wife with a .38 in her hand, blasting away at two snakes from thirty feet away. The .22 was sitting on the porch steps, 'cause she'd already emptied that. Her mom was hiding behind her, and all the younguns were lined up against the wall with their eyes popping out. Needless to say, you'd have to be a pretty awesome shot to hit a moving snake with a snub-nose pistol from thirty feet away, so the snakes seemed totally unbothered by it all. I had to go get a hoe from the shed and dispatch the offending critters. I still can't think about that without laughing about it.

I hope ya'll are doing fine and having a good day...

grandmonkey and lil'monkey and i were getting ready to leave the house. i was brushing my teeth in fact. lol. grandmonkey was just about to turn 3.

i look down the hall ( my hall goes from one end of the house to the other....) i see grandmonkey bending over and reaching something by the bar in the kitchen. i'm thinking he is gonna eat a cherrio he dropped or something. i yell out " don't you eat that!" he yells back "meme...i don;t eat snakes" he had been petting it!!!!!!!!!

i run down the hall. sure enough. big ole snake abot 5 ft long. i snatch up grandmonkey and head for the stairs. yell at lil'monkey to stay in her room. i call hubby who was on his way home to make sure he doesn't walk into the kitchen.

i snuck back in the kitchen and the snake was gone. we never did figure out where it went. but this night owl stopped her midnight snacking!!!!!!


so...what is your wifes number incase i have snakes doing the wild thing? what a good woman!!!

btw...you do know yo have your clock backwards...sleep...nighttime...
(((idealist))) i hope you get turned around soon.

see us women know how to shoot! what's that spray and pray? something like that. We just empty the clip and hope to eventually hit the darn thing.

I'd like to see you chasing the tomcat up the tree. Like you I've mellowed with age. Back in my 20's I took things personal and no animal was going to out stubborn me

you're much braver than I am Curious! I would have fled the house never to return until the snake was found. I'm serious

Why didn't you pet the snake too, Curious? It might have been having a really bad day and needed some love! Okay, not! I ain't afraid of snakes, but neither am I a snake-lover. I don't like the way they feel when you touch them, and I don't want to play with them fer sure.

Dorry, yep, it's "spray & pray". When she closes her eyes and starts to spray, I close mine and start to pray! There ain't no safe place to hide that's within a thousand feet and above ground.

Yeah, Curious, I know my clock's out of whack. The crazy thing is that any day now it could totally switch around. Then I'll be falling asleep at midnight and waking up at five in the morning. Truth to tell, I like that a whole lot better, 'cause I'm more in synch with the rest of the world that way. I gotta go see a surgeon tomorrow, so if I don't get to sleep tonight there'll be no chance for a nap in the morning, and I'll be useless all day.

I've been thinking about what you can call me instead of aw, so your poor widdle fingers don't get so over-worked, but I ain't had no super ideas. "i" just doesn't sound right. "id" sounds better, but every time I heard that I'd be reaching for my wallet to get my license. Looks like yer just gonna have to keep up the typing for now. I ain't ready for another name-change yet!

I was cracking up at your family lined up against the house out of the line of fire.