I am just not cut out for country living.
Reason #1: I hate mice.
Reason #2: I am really scared of mice.
Reason #3: Mice live in fields.
Reason #4: My house is surrounded by fields.
Naturally, you can see how all these reasons add up to one HUGE problem. Call me crazy, but anything with fur, teeth, or a tail absolutely goes above and beyond a normal pest issue. Mosquitoes, okay……ants, annoying but whatever……an occasional spider, I can deal with. However, if said spider has either fur, teeth, or (GASP!!) both, it gets bumped up to the unacceptable category. Anything in the unacceptable category sends me into immediate meltdown mode.
Meltdown mode includes but is NOT limited to: screaming, shrieking, shaking, jumping, chair standing, couch standing, crying, and/or barricading myself in a room least likely to contain a mouse or other hairy/toothy mouthed creature.
Reason #5 that I am not cut out for country living: People in the country are fond of the term “It’s more scared of you than you are of it.”
First off, I would like to know how anyone could ever really know that. Last I checked, mice are unable to speak. In my opinion, if a mouse was so dang scared of me, it would choose the roam the acres and acres of field surrounding my house, instead of coming in and setting up shop underneath my kitchen sink. There is no food under my kitchen sink. Unless this mouse was a clean freak and wanted to borrow my Windex, the only logical explanation for him to be there was to scare the daylights out of me.
Which, he most certainly did.
Reason #6 that I am not cut out for country living: My 5 year old son needs to become a little more manly.
What I didn’t mention earlier, was that the mouse under my kitchen sink was dead. DEAD. And, no matter how hard I tried to bribe him, my son was having no part of disposing of it. I begged…I pleaded…I tried to convince him that since daddy was at work, it was his duty as man of the house. My son, better known as Mr. Common Sense, calmly looked at me and said “But you are way bigger than me.”
I know what you are thinking…what’s the big deal? A dead mouse in your house is better than an alive mouse in your house.
Reason #7 that I am not cut out for country living: I am more scared of a dead mouse, than an alive one.
Alive mice will run. I can convince myself that they left, went out where they came in and ran far, far away. Dead mice though, they don’t move. And depending on what time my husband is due home from work, this can make for a very long day.
VERY. VERY. LONG.
So, after a very long day that began with me screaming and barricading myself in my room….and funnily enough ENDED with me screaming and barricading myself in my room (which is what I do when my husband disposes of dead mice…..I get all paranoid that he is gonna try to make me look at it), I decided that I needed a treat to soothe my frazzled nerves.
And what’s better than a Rice Krispie treat? A Triple Chocolate Rice Krispie treat, that’s what.
1/2 stick butter
10 oz bag marshmallows
6 cups Cocoa Krispies
1 cup milk chocolate chips
1 cup chopped Oreos
Spray a 9×13 pan with cooking spray; set aside.
Heat the butter over low heat in a large nonstick saucepan until melted. Add the marshmallows and stir until melted and smooth.
Remove pan from the heat and add cereal, chips and cookies.
Press mixture evenly into prepared pan. Cool completely before cutting into squares.
These treats are as delicious as they look!! Enjoy!!