I was downstairs when I heard furniture scraping across the floor above. Steve never moves anything outside of an airplane, so I dashed upstairs with a journalistic attitude thinking, “This is going to be good.”
“What are you doing?” I asked.
Steve scooted the file cabinet away from the wall. “I got a mouse cornered.”
“Do you want some poison?”
“No!” Steve shook his head. “I want the hoe.” When I returned with the yard tool, he said, “Now turn it around.” I watched as the man started hunting a mouse with an upside down hoe, spear style.
Steve stabbed at the critter, but the mouse was quicker and it skirted away. So he chased the mouse and cried out, “Help me! We need to get him cornered.” So I helped him box in the gray mouse again. Steve arched his tool high and brought his weapon down to crush the mighty mouse but the wood handle bounced off the concrete floor and flung the sharp end into his temple. Blood was drawn!
The mouse, sensing a complete moron, got away and scurried into an old heavy metal frame. “Get the hammer,” Steve ordered. (Now it was serious.) With a hammer in my hand, Steve ordered me to the end of the pipe so he could ram the mouse. “Hold the hammer still.”
Now I’m a bit squeamish when it comes to mice, so I wasn’t excited about being that close to a disease-ridden-fur-ball. So I tentatively held the hammer in place, while Steve shoved the stick through the pipe. The mouse plopped out at my feet. Steve yelled, “Hammer him!”
I screamed and brought the hammer down ever so gently on the mouse’s head. (Hey, I’m not out for blood.) The mouse wiggled, and I danced about on my tippy-toes and screamed louder.
Steve kept yelling, “Hit him! hit him! hit him!” The pressure was mounting. I felt like I was in grade school again.
As I squealed, I brought the hammer down on top of the mouse’s tiny head. The mouse jumped straight into the air, and I let out a blood curdling scream that would have stopped traffic on the runway!
Steve cried, “You hit like a girl!” He picked up the semi-conscious mouse by the tail. “I’ll just give it to the cat.”
“Wait!” I cried, “Let me get my camera.”
After the snake and mouse hunting debacles, Steve has decided he doesn’t want to hunt any more!
He was a mighty hunter before the Lord. Therefore it is said, “Like Nimrod a mighty hunter before the Lord.” Gn 10:9
Oh yes- I can see this play out. You hit like a girl- but I didn’t read anything about you drawing blood on yourself!
Funny! It’s because I hit like a girl!
Love you!
i am laughing! you should borrow my dog, Joe Bear, he got a squirrel on Sunday for trying to get the bird seed out of the feeder, also found a dead mole that he dug up…feeling pretty secure in his hunting abilities–lol
Hello, Nana. You have a great dog! My cat catches the critters in the hangar, but not the terminal.
God Bless You!
Hilarious, I can imagine the scream of this poor creature. Did you keep the hammer? I am sure you will be reminded each time you use it. I enjoyed this sounds like a children story.
Shenine
Hello, Shenine. I kept my trusty hammer!
Thank you & God Bless You!
Oh you had me laughing again! So glad you got a picture . .just in case there aren’t any more fun hunting times like this again. God bless you!
p.s. the cat looks less than interested . . .no help there!
Hello, Deb. I’m not giving up on the hunting antics just yet. The airport is packed full of critters!
Thank you & God Bless You!
A very enjoyable post. I was laughing all through it. You made my day. Thanks for sharing.
BE ENCOURAGED! BE BLESSED!
Thank you, Francine. I appreciate your encouraging words very much!
God Bless You!
Not enjoyable … you could have live trapped him and set him free … it a shame, he is, I’m sorry was one of God’s creatures too! Tom
No worries, Tom. We have loads of mice multiplying in the fields all around us. When the cat didn’t eat the mouse, the beetles did — they sucked his brains out — so we still managed to feed the local wildlife.
God Bless You & Yours!
Oh . . now I’m rolling on the floor, again!
You need to post a warning with this one . . .seriously funny!
Deb to the rescue! Love you, dear sister in Christ!
This aint nuthing but Great.. LOL.. Blessings … Bro Pat.
Hello, Brother Pat. Thank you for your kindly support! I cherish it!
God Bless You!
U R Welcome..always.. Bro Pat.
Hi Dei, more little critters, it reminds me of Ron reading in bed and the bedside chest shaking it was a rat trying to break through the carpet, Ron gallantly called the Pest exterminator who set traps and also told us there were beady eyes watching him, we felt so reassured, our cat told us no way, he was not interested in catching rats, they were dirty and hadn’t had a bath, the baits did work in the end, perhaps you would like the name of them, so much easier for you both!
Love Helpful Annie
Hello, Annie. Probably a lot easier. Lately, I’ve been overrun with the little critters. Mice and grand-babies do not go hand in hand. Especially since they put dropped objects in their mouths. Yuck! The rule here, “Do Not Eat Off Granny’s Floor!”
God Bless You!
Great hammering – keep up the good work!
God Bless
Hello, Bill. I bought poison today, so I wouldn’t have to hammer anything ever again!
God Bless You!
An image of the event popped up in my mind and I had a good chuckle. I stumbled upon your blog as a result of your “like” on the taliasfootsteps blog regarding “Heat Wave – Warm weather themed photography”. Thanks!
Thank you, Joyful. I appreciate the visit and the encouragement!
God Bless You!
When I saw the little fellow lying just in front of the cat, I’ll admit I almost kept on scrolling, LOL! Mice are definitely not my cup of tea! I must admit though, you had me laughing again! So, glad I peeked, LOL!
Paulette
I obviously can’t stand mice either.
So I wouldn’t have blamed you at all for passing on it!
Thank you for stopping by & God Bless You!