Still Sick

Peanuts comic strip

Yeah, that’s basically how I feel about it, too.

Monday I took Mom and Paul out to lunch for their birthdays and Tuesday morning my mother called and asked me if I thought I had food poisoning. She and Paul had been sick pretty much since they got home, but as I’d been fine I told her I thought maybe they’d caught a bug. We had shared some appetizers, but we all had different things so it seemed unlikely it was food poisoning anyway. She then admitted they’d been feeling almost like they had the flu for a few days before so that was probably it.

Well, I think I caught whatever weird bug they had and I am pretty darn miserable. But at least I know what’s been wrong with me the last few days!

In any case, rest and fluids and all that for me.

Ugh, I’m Sick

Not quite sure what is up, but yesterday at about 6 p.m. I just started feeling awful. I had a headache and my stomach was a bit upset, which I thought was most likely from a full day of work and not enough food in my belly. But I was also feverish and achy, almost flu-ish.

I ate a small dinner and basically put myself to bed where I buried myself under a bunch of warm blankets because even though I was burning up I was absolutely freezing. I woke up a few times during the night and at about 2 a.m. I noticed that I seemed to have burned off my fever, but I still felt lousy.

Today I just feel incredibly run down. My head and stomach still aren’t quite well, but I seem to be over the flu-like symptoms. No idea what is up, but I’m taking it easy for the day so we shall see.

Do Over?

I would please like a do over for today. ;_;

If needed, I can provide a day to copy for the replacement.

Dead Mouse

Yesterday I caught a mouse. It’s the first sign of a mouse since Monday’s horrible discovery. I’ve been utterly terrified about the eventual mouse catching. Not because of the dead mouse, though I wasn’t looking forward to that either, but because everyone I know seems to have a LIVE mouse story. One friend had a flipped trap and thought the nasty rodent was dead only to pick it up and have the mouse reach around to bite her! Another told me about a mouse that strolled out of his closet and casually planted himself in the middle of his bedroom with him sitting a few feet away at the computer. Yet another friend told me about a mouse hanging out on her dresser one day that she only noticed when she reached down to pick up her jewelry; the mouse was not even three inches from her hand. And if the mouse stories weren’t horrific enough I heard my fair share of rat stories, too.

Anyway, my traumas aside this particular mouse was very dead and I still had the requisite freak out, but somehow I managed to dispose of it without having a complete meltdown. I would like to thank my boss for her gift of this stretched canvas print of Uschi because it is incredibly awesome and also came wrapped in the thickest plastic bag known to man which I subsequently used in the retrieval of the mouse and trap.

I replaced the sprung trap afterward which was near where I heard chewing a few days ago. I did a quick check around the kitchen for droppings and only found a small bit near the spice rack over the radiator. The assumption being that it belongs to the now dead mouse even though it’s not the trap closest to the droppings and the small amount seems to be in opposition to the mouse’s large size. Then again there wasn’t any evidence that he ate anything aside from the peanut butter bait so lest I sound like I’m complaining about the lack of mouse crap let me move on.

It’s highly unlikely there was just the one mouse so for the time being the traps remain set. I’m still more than a little disgusted by the entire thing. I want to catch all the mice and be rid of them, but I’m equally okay with them living their disease-infested lives elsewhere so long as they completely avoid shitting throughout my house. Mostly I’m consumed with terror about the possibility of coming across a live mouse. Probably I’ll have a heart attack or something.

In the long-term I’ve given serious thought to getting a cat. Even though I’m rather allergic, but I’m halfway sure I would rather deal with the hives than having to ever deal with another mouse. I sound like a wimp and I don’t care. I really am beyond bothered by this entire ordeal. Of course after voicing this idea one of my friends made a joke that I’d probably end up with the one cat afraid of mice and you know my history with animals is so ridiculous this is honestly more likely than not.

Also, I have now succeeded in ruining any appetite I might have had for breakfast. Sorry if I unintentionally did the same for you.

Mickey & Friends

The good news is that I found absolutely no mouse droppings this morning nor any signs of things being chewed on. The bad news is that I found absolutely no mice caught in any traps. Well, I suppose the bad news is debatable because half of me was downright terrified to find a dead mouse. Or a live one for that matter.

I’m guessing that it’s likely I merely repelled them by my physical presence in the kitchen baking cupcakes until the wee hours this morning since it doesn’t appear that any of the traps were touched let along sprung, but I did hear sounds of chewing coming from the vicinity of under the sink. After I screamed like a little girl and had the obligatory freak out, which seemed to clue the mice in to stop gnawing on my house and promptly stopped the sounds, I summed the courage to take a look in the cabinet and found neither a mouse nor any signs of a hole being created. So, the little rat bastards are either chewing behind it or below it, but I can’t quite determine where since I can’t exactly move my kitchen sink. No, I don’t have a trap in there because I only put the traps where I found droppings yesterday morning and the cabinets were free of such filth.

What I did notice was that my mother has her trash sitting on what we call the back porch, but is less a porch and more the enclosed, uninsulated back of the house that leads to the basement and the back entrance to her part of the house. Her theory is that I’m a filthy slob who leaves food out and doesn’t clean her stove well enough and that’s what attracted the mice; I’m thinking it’s her stinky garbage sitting two feet from my back door. Either way I’d be ever so happy if I’ve managed to scare them off to parts unknown. As it is I hold them responsible for a dozen cupcakes being ruined. I set the timer but forgot to hit start and much as I hoped they were just very browned, the bottoms were completely burnt. Sadly, I don’t have enough ingredients to whip up another batch, so let’s hope decorating today goes perfectly or I won’t be bringing any noms to my grandparents’ tomorrow.

Anyway, I’m headed to my father’s sometime today so the little pests will have free reign to get their necks snapped by their desire for some peanut butter.