Posted on 03/25/2007 11:18:26 AM PDT by girlangler
Maine Mouse taunts man, steals his dentures
Never underestimate a mouse's determination.
There's a mouse in Bill Exner's house that he says he has captured three times. Each time, the mouse escaped, and the last time the rodent made off with his lower dentures.
Exner, 68, of Waterville, Maine, said he and his wife Shirley scoured his bedroom after the dentures disappeared from his night stand.
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"We moved the bed, moved the dressers and the night stand and tore the closet apart," he said. "I said, 'I knew that little stinker stole my teeth' - I just knew it." They found a small opening in a wall where they suspected the mouse was coming and going, and their daughter's fiance, Eric Holt, stepped in to help.
"He brought a crowbar and hammer and he sawed off a section of wood and pulled up the molding and everything," Exner said. "It was quite a job."
They retrieved the dentures, and Holt suggested his future father-in-law boil them in peroxide and whatever else he could find to disinfect it.
The mouse apparently isn't done. It frequently comes out and stares at Exner, his wife said.
"He's taunting him - I swear he's taunting him," Shirley Exner said.
The Associated Press
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He definitely needs a good cat or two!
True story. My niece and her two young sons moved in with me after she separated from her no good husband.
I never had a rodent problem until that winter. For some reason, mice were invading my home big time.
I had (and still have those same) three cats.
My niece and I and her sons were opening Christmas presents that year when suddenly one of my cats, “Willie the Wonder Cat”, dashed under the Christmas Tree and came out with a live mouse in his jaws.
My poor little five year old great nephew screamed and cried saying, “Willie is killing the mouse!”
I explained to him that mice are dirty and destructive and that it’s in a cat’s nature to go after mice and besides mice would chew through his Christmas presents and destroy them eat our Christmas cookies and our Christmas breakfast casserole.
All of a sudden Willie was my nephew’s new hero.
That year will always be remembered in my family as the year “Willie the Wonder Cat Saved Christmas”.
My cats are great mousers, but I wouldn't put them up against these inbred, retarded rats. That's a job for Mama, and since we had such a wicked winter, I don't blame them for wanting to live in there because it was warm, relatively dry, and they had corn and water access. But now, they've worn out their welcome! Husband is setting the traps again tonight (they can't resist chunky peanut butter) just to be sure they're history.
I'm free-ranging my chickens during the day now; it's taking the dogs a while to "get" that it's OK for them to be loose, LOL! We had a minor incident with the Rooster today, but everyone survived.
My dog is doing great, and thanks for asking! She's good as new, though her fur is growing back very slowly, so she still looks like she's half-nekkid on one side, LOL!
I have pepper, basil & tomato seedlings started, but it's still too early to work my soil; too wet. I did force tulips in pots over the winter, and they're close to blooming, so I potted them in my planters beside the back door. It'll look very "Martha" when they bloom; all white.
I haven't seen any new deer (or shall I say 'a future supper?') in the area, but there are plenty of dead raccoon and skunk on the road, so it's definitely Spring here, too! :)
The bleeding heart probably couldn't stand to kill it. I guess that's what he gets.
Go ahead, brag. It'll be two months before we can do that here. My garden is still buried in global warming. We gotta move. *sigh*
Sorry metmom, I am working on Diana to move down South to Tennessee. She is a gardener like me, and for the past year or so that we've been freeper friends I have to rub it in (grin), since she is up north.
Here in Tennessee we plant lettuce, potatoes and onions in February, and the past two weeks I have been able to plant the other stuff. I love the spring, and always get a little too anxious and plant things, only to have a frost get to some of them. We have what's called blackberry winter and dogwood winter (just cold snaps that always arrive in March, but usually with no heavy frost, although that is always a possibility). I have a greenhouse and can start my seedlings in early February, so by the time the danger of frost is over I can transplant in my garden.
Diana is an excellent source for gardening info, a real country gal who also raises chickens, and harvests her own deer meat.
I have plenty of wild game here also, and eventually want to can my own veggies (I have done a lot of home canning in the past, and have pressure canners and a water canner) and eat wild game. Have you ever had canned deer meat? It is wonderful.
I also have tulips and daffodils blooming now, grape hycinth (crocus has bloomed out already), peonies are up, butterfly bushes just budding and my bleeding hearts have those gorgeous little hearts in abundance. Also have some rhodendron blooming, with azealas budding and ready to bloom in the coming weeks.
Gardening is my therapy, my love, as well as fishing, and the bass are heading to the spawning beds now and in a feeding frenzy (I am going fishing tomorrow with my nephew). No wonder I love spring so much.
Maybe we gals need to start a gardening ping list :)
Makes me think of one of my favorite all-time Genesis songs, "All In A Mouse's Night"
Loving couple:
I can't see you but i know you're there.
Got to get beside you cos it's really cold out here.
Come up close to me you'll soon be warm.
Hold me tightly like we're sheltering from a storm.
Mouse:
Think i might go out for a stroll
Into the night, and out of this hole.
Maybe find me a meal.
Walking along this new shag pile
Presents a problem all the while.
Nearly the door.
Suddenly he bumps into wood, the door is closed.
A voice from the bed, he'll be exposed.
Which way to run, must make for the hole,
The light's been turned on, he's blind as a mole in coal.
Now i can see they're coming at me,
They've blocked off my door, i haven't a chance in hell.
Couple:
Come on baby let the poor thing go.
I'm not sleeping with that thing around here, no.
Alright then, i'll fetch a box from below,
Guard him carefully, they're very quick you know.
Mouse:
The door's been opened, my chance to escape.
Must run out quick, better sorry than late.
I'm out on the stairs.
They won't catch me now, i've the run of the house now.
I'll make it downstairs and into the breadbin.
That would be nice.
Suddenly he bumps into fur, that's very unwise,
A cat is much quicker than men and their eyes.
The chase that ensues can have only one end,
Unless outside help steps in for our friend in need.
But now the cat comes in for the kill,
His paw is raised, soon blood will spill, yes it will.
Cat:
Hard luck mouse, this is the end of your road.
The signpost says inside me, let me bear your heavy load.
But it's not to be, that final pounce
Knocks a jar upon his head, and lays him out.
But it's all in a mouse's night
To take on all those who would fight.
Cat's story:
There i was with my back to the wall,
Then comes this monster mouse, he's ten feet tall,
With teeth and claws to match.
It only took one blow.
31 replies and no Viking Kitties yet?
That would be a great idea for a ping list.
I was in Kentucky in early spring once and loved it.
Right now, we have to make do because of Mr. mm's job. But once the kids are out of college, much as I love our little town, I want to move...... south. Winter and snow get old fast.
Anyway, we're seeing crocuses, I've started my seeds for lettuce and scallions. Most everything else I'll plant once the ground is thawed out and I can get the garden roto-tilled. It's not huge but since the only grocery store in our really little town closed last year, I'm doing veggies because running 15 miles to the store for lettuce just isn't cost effective.
Mousse.
Softhearted feller needs a good cat for this bold mousie.
My stray adoptee, Crybaby (RIP), came along at the right time. I'd just acquired a house mouse who was fond of chewing the few condiment packets I kept in the silverware drawer, and leaving me nasty little gifts in there as well. The little bugger and his mess disappeared. Crybaby was one heck of a mouser.
Maybe the mouse needed the dentures to chew his cheese and then left them after he was through eating.
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