- Over a year ago, I had gone grocery shopping with the kids ( Ellie about 4? and Pooh...2?) and did the usual thing: unloaded both kids first, brought them in the house. As I walked up the steps towards the house, I noticed that the door was open, didn't give it much thought as I closed it and went back to the truck to get more bags. Got in the house and put the groceries away. Checked on the kids. They were playing. Popped in a dvd because I wanted to go to the bathroom and did not want an audience. If you are a mom, you know what I am talking about. Just as I pull my pants down and sit, this little
rat chipmunk runs from underneath my bed into the bathroom. Like inches from my feet. Shit!!!!! I almost did. Just could NOT believe it! My heart was pounding, my pits were perspiring, and I was shaking. What do I do?? I scream, of course. Duh. Which made it run out of the bathroom back into my bedroom. I pull up my pants, no way could I pee or do anything else. Sprint out of the bathroom and past the bed and quickly shut the door. Call Chris. Call some friends. And post on Facebook: THERE IS A CHIPMUNK IN MY HOUSE!!!!!
Poor Pooh, he's crying. Ellie is freaking out because mama is freaking out. Can't recall if Ellie went upstairs to her room or if she waited on the landing. But poor little Pooh was right behind me the whole time. I decided to open both the front and deck door, making sure that another chipmunk did not climb onto the deck and sneak in. Went and opened the bedroom door and waited on the landing. Slowly I went towards the bedroom to see if it was peaking around the corner, Pooh right on my heals, chipmunk had popped up from the downstairs steps and made a dash for the living room which, sent me to run towards the front door. Not my finest moment as a mother but because Pooh was right behind me...he was in my way...so...ahem, I shoved my little two year old out of my way. With him crying right behind me, "mama...mama" as I sprinted towards the safety of the landing. Had to back track and pick up my shaking baby. Poor Pooh.
Anyway, chipmunk scampered out about 10 minutes later. That was my FIRST encounter with chipmunks. All because he was a big fan of opening the front door and leaving it wide open, we ended up having one in our house at least 3 more times last summer. Seriously. Nothing like finding chipmunk poo on your bed, the window sill, under your bed...in EVERY room, on EVERY floor to make you want to loathe the little buggers. I hate chipmunks. HATE. THEM!!! They are disgusting little rats. I swear, they must walk and poop, walk and poop...for how much poop we found. And they are smart! Could not catch them in traps...the ones that kill or live traps. What ended up working was filling up a bucket with water, pouring bird seed over the top, and placing a little ramp....then they drown. Wet, they look like huge rats...with their teeth sticking out. Rodents. The last time this happened, I ended up snapping and told Pooh, "if you leave either door open one more time....I'm going to sell you to the gypsies!" to which he replied, "no mama, no sell me to da gyp-ees". We say it so much, it's gotten to be a little joke around here because, c'mon. They know I'm not going to sell them.
I am so paranoid about having another chipmunk in the house that I am constantly looking...especially when I go to the bathroom. And I'm allergic to cats so, that's not an option.
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Found the front door wide open this past weekend.
Any gypsies out there??? |
