Exhibit A: "Mouse Plague"
Exhibit B:
I went to a cabin the other weekend with some friends. It was a delightful event, minus one moment. We stayed up fairly late the first day we got there and when the time came to go to bed, I moseyed on up to the upper level of the cabin to go to bed. I didn't turn on any lights, but was armed with a mere miniature mag-light to get settled in.
I decided to sleep on top of the bed and cover myself with a blanket from home so I wouldn't have to wash the sheets and make the bed later. I was pretty restless so I tossed and turned for quiet some time. I finally tried to get comfortable by laying on my stomach. I put my hand under the pillow. I felt something oblong, roughly the size of a tic-tac. Yet, this was no tic-tac; I turned on my light to discover a mouse turd. Indeed, a turd. I frantically waved my small flashlight around, discovering this bed to apparently be the communal lavatory of all the mice in the region.
If you are familiar with mice poop diseases, you may know of the hantavirus. This disease comes as a result of coming in contact with mice feces or saliva. Rolling in feces and saliva could be defined as coming in contact, I suppose. This disease can be fairly nasty; it has flu-like symptoms and can be fatal within 2 days. Incubation is typically 7-16 days, but can be up to 64 days. So far so good. But if I die, I leave all of my possessions to the rat king (I was going to post a picture of a "rat king" but I decided not to, as looking at it made me feel kind of queasy). May my offering appease the rat king that he may never have his subjects poop on human beds again.
Exhibit B:
I went to a cabin the other weekend with some friends. It was a delightful event, minus one moment. We stayed up fairly late the first day we got there and when the time came to go to bed, I moseyed on up to the upper level of the cabin to go to bed. I didn't turn on any lights, but was armed with a mere miniature mag-light to get settled in.
I decided to sleep on top of the bed and cover myself with a blanket from home so I wouldn't have to wash the sheets and make the bed later. I was pretty restless so I tossed and turned for quiet some time. I finally tried to get comfortable by laying on my stomach. I put my hand under the pillow. I felt something oblong, roughly the size of a tic-tac. Yet, this was no tic-tac; I turned on my light to discover a mouse turd. Indeed, a turd. I frantically waved my small flashlight around, discovering this bed to apparently be the communal lavatory of all the mice in the region.
If you are familiar with mice poop diseases, you may know of the hantavirus. This disease comes as a result of coming in contact with mice feces or saliva. Rolling in feces and saliva could be defined as coming in contact, I suppose. This disease can be fairly nasty; it has flu-like symptoms and can be fatal within 2 days. Incubation is typically 7-16 days, but can be up to 64 days. So far so good. But if I die, I leave all of my possessions to the rat king (I was going to post a picture of a "rat king" but I decided not to, as looking at it made me feel kind of queasy). May my offering appease the rat king that he may never have his subjects poop on human beds again.
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Oh. My. FREAK. That is so disgusting. When Josh and I returned from our honeymoon, we returned to a complete infestation of mice. At one point, I was in the bedroom watching TV and a bunch of them were just running around my chair in the middle of the day, and at another time there was a dead one at the foot of the bed that I'd been unknowingly kicking around. I almost had a nervous breakdown. So sleeping in their poop? BLECH! Here's to hoping you don't die!
ReplyDeleteIf you die, it was MICE to have known you. haha. Nice video. Disney had it right when he chose one of the most sexually active rodents as the icon of his legacy: a mouse.
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