Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Not So Brave

So long story short, er...as short as I can make it. I am driving down the road and a mouse comes up from the hood, looks at me through the windshield and retreats back under the hood. I, imagining he is going to come in through the gas pedal and crawl over my sandalled foot, pull over and jump out. My mother, who is following me in her car, pulls over.

The mouse pops back out in time for her to see it. Plan 1: make noises inside the car to scare it out...we hit the dashboard. Plan 2: open the hood. We can't figure out how because we both are basically too scared to stick our hands under the popped hood to find the latch. Plan 3. Lure him out with a spoonful of yogurt ( my breakfast while driving that morning). Plan 4: turn the car back on. That works!

The mouse leaps from the car near our feet. I run, screaming like a maniac. Mom reaches through the window and just keeps honking my horn to scare it, yelling "get back in the car and drive, now" over and over. During which time, the mouse is residing directly between her feet, unbeknownst to her. I am physically unable to speak, freaked out the mouse is going to crawl over her sandalled foot, and I just keep pointing, she keeps honking and yelling (my 4 year old is strapped in his seat yelling, "I want to see the mouse, why cant I see the mouse, I never get to see anything"...over and over).

The mouse, to escape the chaos, runs up the back tire into the rear of the car. I am now close to being late to pick my daughter up at camp. So, I hop in and drive down the road weaving, like I am trying to throw Bruce Willis from the hood of my car (this is twice in this blog I have aged myself by pretending Bruce Willis is still an action star) and then drive on the center line bumps trying to shake him out.

Long story short, don't know where the mouse is and now I have yogurt streaks across my window. Yep, forgot about the yogurt and turned on the windshield wipers. Ironically, we were returning home after seeing Brave.

15 comments:

  1. This post should be called driving recklessly, lol that's so funny Melissa. I can just see it all happening like an action movie!

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  2. Turns out mice love cars. The oil-change mechanic once showed me an air filter pan (?) anyway, some car part, filled with chestnut shells. His solution: get several really stinky Dollar store air fresheners (the tree-shaped things)and attach them securely to your car's frame - under your hood. Change them when you change your oil (my guy always reminds me, and is happy to do it for me - he says it's pretty important, because mice also love the coating on car wiring ...!!!)

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  3. I cried, the girls were concerned. I read it out load, they cried too! SO FUNNY!

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    1. Too funny! BTW, the ring you made for 3X2 was amazing!!!!

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  4. Ha ha ha ha ha SO funny Melissa! Glad you survived :)

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  5. If you would STOP FEEDING the mice in the car they would go away! loved spending the weekend with you, have a great week and happy birthday!! xoxoxo

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  6. Kristen says you need a Car Kitty....it's like a Trunk Monkey (check uTube)

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  7. And we let you show us how to use power tools, abrasives and corrosives. LOL And I cold almost quote my son saying the same thing to me under those conditions of the like. Oh and in one of my son's shows i heard the definition of "Brave" was being afraid and doing it anyway. I think this fits.

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  8. This is one of the funniest things I have ever read! LOL

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  9. Hi all! Thanks for reading and laughing with (or at?) me! Luckily, no sign of the mouse. And I love the definition of brave listed above!!

    And Linda, when you have a "mom van" (or in my case one of those cross-over SUVs which really is just a van rebranded), you are basically driving a a small pantry around...so i can't help it! Hope it doesn't like cheerios...

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  10. What a great story! But I can't help sympathizing with the mousie. If he'd been a rat, different story -- but meeces are cute! :-)

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  11. You and my sister must have looked hysterical!! But honestly, my favorite part is Aiden's response to it all..I want to see the mouse..I never get to see anything!!
    So looking forward to spending some time with them..especially at the circus. I will likely be more interested in what he has to say than the acts themselves!

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  12. What a hilarious story, Melissa! I’ve heard of squirrels jumping on car hoods, but having a mouse inside a working car is really something else. It is actually the first time I’ve heard of it. I think it would be good to get your car regularly checked and cleaned out. That way, everything gets inspected, and you avoid getting surprised by mice every so often.

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  13. sheesh -- I laughed out loud, picturing the whole scene.....I'm right with you on the mouse thing! yikes

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