I am traumatized!
 

We've had a mouse problem in our home for the past month. The exterminator came out a few weeks ago, set traps and poison, and we haven't heard a peep. Or a squeak.

Animals and pests don't really bother me much. I grew up around a menagerie of dogs, cat, fish, lizards, horses and hamsters. I even worked at a pet store in high school. But I digress...

This morning, I made my way to my bathroom, all bleary-eyed and still half-asleep. I brushed my teeth and then something, er, caught my attention. In the toilet. A mouse. A drowned furry brown mouse.

I screamed and literally flew up the stairs (my bedroom is in the basement). Common sense prevailed as my heart rate slowed to a normal beat. I got a dust pan and a ton of plastic trash bags, scooped up the floating mouse, slammed down the lid on the toilet, took the mouse outside and dumped it in our big garbage can. He'll have a proper landfill burial when the trash gets picked up Friday morning.

Good lord. I am at the office now, and I am still a bit afraid to use the toilet... and I really have to go!!!! Who would have thought that 15 seconds of terror would undo months of potty training and 23 years of toilet conditioning? I am soooo disinfecting the house this weekend.

LOL. That is hilarious.
I must say that you handled the situation better than me. I can deal with roaches or lizards (typical Florida pests) but I cannot deal with mice or rats.
A few years ago, I went to my parents' place for winter break. I kept hearing scratching sounds in the ceiling and walls at night. I mentioned something to my mother about it and she said, "We had a plumber come out a few weeks ago and he accidently made a hole in our walls. We think some rodents got in. We had an exterminator come out but I guess he didn't get all of them." Yeah, really comforting.
My dad went into the attic and set some traps.
Later that night, I came home at around 3am and I was getting ready for bed. I was closing my closet door when I heard a loud SNAP. I then heard one of the most horrific sounds.
"EEK EEK SQUEAKKKKKK EEEK EEEEEEEEEEEEK!"
I ran down the hallway of my house screaming, "DAAADDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!"
He went into my room and started cracking up when he heard the poor rodent's squeals.
The rat stopped squealing and died but I still refused to sleep in my room that night...or for the next 4 nights for that matter.
I'll never forget the next morning when my dad went up into the attic to remove the trap and carcass. He called down from the attic at me, "Don't worry, the rat is dead. Ew, it is definitely dead." I almost vomited. Especially when my father decided to be ugly to me and describe what the rat looked like and where the trap had nailed him. http://www.handykult.de/plaudersmilies.de/pukeface.gif
To this day, when I go back to my parents' house, any little sound I hear at night will put me in a cold sweat.

I used to be a lifeguard and a few times we'd find drowned mice in the skimmer baskets, and their fur had been sucked off by the pump :(

I was fishing around under the passenger seat in my car the other day looking for something, and my hand touched something furry. I pretty much knew what it was, but I figured, I had already touched it so I might as well just pull it out. And yep, it was a dead mouse. I threw it on the ground and screamed. I think I startled some poor guy walking by on the way to his car.

What's gross is that I think it had been there since August, which was the last time it was in a mice-infested garage. I wonder how long it'd been dead under there.

One of the teachers I work with & I used to hear this strange scuttling sound behind our clock in the classroom. We complained about it repeatedly until finally, the janitor took our compaints seriously. He kept making fun of us telling us that there was nothing behind the clock. When he removed it, a shower of roaches fell on him. He started screaming & stamping at them while we ran out of the classroom laughing & grossed out.

oh.my.god.

*shudder*

I simply cannot handle "palmetto bugs", in any way, shape or form. I am just not a vermin person.

My house is VERY close to the country & a major parklands, so deer etc in the backyard is an everyday occurance. Unfortunately, I have to watch out for mice, too, as it turn cold, but I [heart pumping wildly] can [/wild heart] take care of a mouse if found. But...

A friend of mine has the bad habit of not shutting their dishwasher in between running it. One morning, she put the breakfast dishes & soap in, turned it on, and went to work. When she went to unload it that night, she found a drowned mouse in there!! Eeeewwwww......!!!!!

I went totally ballistic when she told me about this!! I would have had to throw away and/or sterilize everything that was in the dishwasher! There would have to be mouse fur in the trap, and all. But she just ran it again. Guess whose house I won't eat in...

We had a mouse once in our house and thankfully my stepdad got rid of him.

Still, I am deathly afraid (and will go screaming) at the sight of a roach, and over here we got kamikaze flying ones.

I get the heebeejeebeez when I see geckos and lizards, but I remember that they eat bugs, so they're our friend.

Just don't come into the bathroom when I'm trying to take a shower.

We have the flying kamikaze roaches here, too.

My sorority little had one on the ceiling of her bedroom one day. My roommate, my little, and I played a game of 'How Many Sorority Girls Does It Take to Kill a Roach?'. I got out a broom and swept it off the ceiling. (I think I had the most difficult job since the roach kept flying all over the room while I tried to sweep it away) My roommate grabbed a shoe and squashed it. My little sis vacuumed it up. Keep in mind that we were all screaming the whole time. I wish I had videotaped the scene!

Hokay, even though all it takes is just one swat (or two or 10) of the black rubber flip flop, crumpling it up in newspaper, paper, what have you and flushing it down the toilet, tell me why, whenever I'm at home I'm screaming FOR MY MOMMY to grab the RAID so she can kill that fucker for me?

Nic, I know the feeling. Roaches are just icky.

I'd buy Depends.

We have rats and mice commit suicide in our pool all the time. I don't know how or why but they usually end up in the skimmer with no fur. YUCKY!!!

Last winter we got a bat in our house around Halloween. I am sure he was more afraid than I was but I locked myself outside until someone was able to catch him. I just don't like how close they will fly at you before they change course. In the summer when we eat outside we get buzzed by them constantly.

We had raccoons climb down the chimney and live in our summer house. One of the gave birth and left the afterbirth for us. :eek: They ate part of the doors and left their paws prints everywhere.

Mice, rats, roaches, waterbugs, squirrels, and pigeons are a way of life in New York. Sometimes they get in your home. It's gross, but you just exterminate them. Well, not the squirrels or pigeons. They are part of a catch and release program.

Oh, do I have a rat story for you....be warned, this is long!
So, I used to live in this 100 year old house in Atlanta that was great for its location(literally 20 steps to the bars) except for the fact that it had NO HEAT and rats. We found this out because we kept hearing rustling in the kitchen late at night and finding wrapped food torn open. So, we call our exterminator and the guy comes out and puts down sticky traps at different parts of the kitchen, like under the stove and in the pantry.
Now, lets have a side bar that sticky traps do not KILL the mouse, they just make him stick to the trap.
Anyways, I wake up early one Saturday morning, ready for a run and a nice day and as I walk into the kitchen, I hear a high pitched squeal. I think its my roomate turning on her shower, as our pipes squeaked. But, alas, it was not the pipes but a BLACK BLOB(otherwise known as a RAT) STUCK TO THE PAPER, coming out halfway from the stove.
I SCREAM and go racing into my roomates room and wake her up. Neither of us has a clue what to do, so we call the exterminator and get a recording(it is a SATURDAY, of course!). Next, we call Animal Control and the woman on the phone laughs at me and tells me unless its road kill or a rabid animal, I need to call a pest removal service. So, I get on the phone and the first pest removal place says it will be $250 for emergency removal. I hang up and keep on going down the line till I find Vinnie with SE Pest Removal who says he will do it for $50, but it will be about 2 hours. We say fine and spend 3 hours(he was late!) listening to a rodent scream. It was the WORST!!
Finally, Vinnie arrives and it takes him about 3 seconds to rip the paper off of the floor and put the rat in a humane trap to be released.
The funniest part was we had a For Rent sign in our front yard(we were moving out in 2 weeks) and Vinnie asked us why we were leaving such a great house. Um, you just removed a HALF DEAD RAT from my floor???? Why the hell do you THINK we are moving.
I HATE RATS!!!

Re: I am traumatized!
 

Could you imagine if you had sat down to take care of business and were peeing, but it didnt sound right, and it sounded like you were peeing on a carpet...but it was the mouse.