Autism vs the Mice

What an adventure we are having.  About a week or so ago it became apparent we may have mice.  We noticed rustling in places where no one was.  Then earlier this week we had an unfortunate incident.  Brandon was in working at the dining room table and I was in the living room.  Suddenly I heard a horrible scream/yell from the dining room.  I seriously thought Brandon was having a heart attack.  I ran into the dining room to see my husband of 13 years standing on a chair explaining to me that a mouse had jumped out of on of my bags and ran across the floor.  I asked where the mouse had gone but he was to traumatized he wasn't able to tell me.  I figured we get some traps and take care of it.   I grew up in the country and mice happened.  Unfortunate but not a huge deal.  It did take a while to coax Brandon off the chair but eventually he came down and we went to bed.

Over the next several days any creek, squeak, rustle, and thud was attributed to the mouse.   Based on that assumption we appeared to have about 20-30 mice and possibly a polar bear.  (luckily the polar bear ended up being Z jumping off his bed upstairs).  J came up with an elaborate trap to catch the mouse.  It involved a box, stick, yarn, and bread with peanut butter.  It was quite elaborate although there was much angst, tears, and yelling when Gemini came in from outside and promptly ate the bait.  What can I say, she loves peanut butter.  Poor J was crushed and I made it even worse by laughing.  I know, once again I'm not getting the mother of the year award, I laughed.  It seriously was funny.  J didn't think so.  I'm such a bad mom.

So we now come to last night.  I was so tired that I went to bed early.  Little did I know the drama that would take place while I was innocently sleeping.  Brandon decided about midnight that he heard more rustling in the bag that had put him on the chair in the first place.  J apparently was up getting a drink of water so Brandon being the brave man he is decided the best thing to do was to throw my bag out the front door onto the sidewalk.  Now let me clarify this.  I'm not talking about 3-5 feet from the front door, I'm talking 10 or more feet that Brandon chucked my bag.  He was so brave he had J open the door while he threw my bag.  He then decided that perhaps he should check if I had anything of value in the bag.  So he got J to look in the bag after they hit it with a broom handle.  (remember, I'm upstairs sleeping peacefully while this injustice is being done to my innocent bag).

So the next morning at 6am I get up and am getting ready.  Brandon happens to mention to me that my bag had to be tossed outside due to the mouse infestation he was sure was inside of it.  I went downstairs and realized my bag was still on the sidewalk in front of our house with part of the items that were inside (yarn, package of gum, rain cover for my ipad, etc) spread out around it.  They had left my bag outside on the sidewalk all night long.  When I asked them about this they felt this was completely reasonable since there could have been a mouse inside and you don't want to put the purse by the front door, then the mouse could run back into the house.  You also want to make sure the mouse has plenty of time to decide to leave the purse.  I had no words.

So after work today I went to the store and got three traps.  I had to make sure that I got ones that kept the mouse alive as J is completely traumatized at the idea that we would even consider killing any of these mice. Brandon is pretty much ready to nuke them all and Z is blissfully unaware as he travels around the house dropping crumbs.  So right now the mice are winning the the Autism vs the Mice battle, however, mom has entered the battle and believe me, she's in it to win it.

So, why would a faithful God create mice.  I'll get back to you on that one.