What’s That Smell?

A few years ago I lived in a little cottage in a rather pastoral setting. There were several other little cottages on the property, all beneath a canopy of grape leaves. In the summer the grapes would ripen and there would be beautiful, deep purple clusters of grapes seemingly hanging in the air. The landlord, a crusty old coot from Hungary also liked to garden and there were rows and rows of fresh tomatoes, berries and peppers – all freely available to we little cottage dwellers.

So there we were all tucked away in this psuedo Tuscan atmosphere, with our grapes and our fresh veggies and little cottages. Mine being, of course, the ultimate writer’s garret. I could pretend to be Hemingway or at least Erma Bombeck. On warm summer nights, I’d prop open the front door to get in a breeze, since the cottage was woefully lacking windows. Still I loved my little space and my privacy.

Well, one night whilst I plopped on the sofa and watched television, I could swear I saw the frying pan dance. I had one of those open floor plans where the kitchen really was just a few feet from the sofa and the stove was definitely in plain sight.

I was puzzled. Now just how does a frying pan dance, I wondered. I shrugged assuming it was shadows playing tricks on my eyes and looked back at the television – but damn if it didn’t happen again. I got up slowly and tip-toed a little closer to the stove and eeek what did I see but a little mouse doing the boogaloo in my frying pan. (Can you say, throw that pan away?)

Naturally, we both screamed – he scurried off and I ordered my cat to attack. No deal. The cat was just a kitten really and not much bigger than the mouse and my dog was so old she barely noticed earthquakes. So, naturally I got the elimnator (the broom) and attacked the back of the stove and the walls and stuff to scare the little bugger out. Yep, didn’t work.

Next day I talk to the crusty old Hungarian about getting rid of the mouse. He acted like he didn’t understand english and so I went to the store and bought some mouse poison. I don’t really like doing stuff like that but hey – I couldn’t have the little vermin running around my house and nibbling on my toes or ears whilst I slept – so mouse poison it was. I place one packet behind the stove and one behind the sofa.

Every night I’d hear a frenzied, gleeful squealing and rattling of the platic bag. Apparently that was mousie coke based on his obvious enjoyment of that which would eventually do him in. Every morning, I’d peek to see just how much of this stuff he was eating – thinking any day now it’d be over. Well, believe it or not, it took several days. Now that mouse had quite an appetite. But finally one day I came home from work and there he was lying dead on my bath mat (yep pitched that too). Phew! that was over. Must remember not to prop door without babygate in it. All is right with the world.

So a couple of days later I’m sitting at my desk and ‘sniff-sniff’ what the heck was that smell? I looked under the desk, checked the trash – tried to remember if I was wearing dirty sweat pants and so on…but nothing. I went back to work. There it was again. That smell! I checked my armpits – was I going through some serious detox? Was I drinking too much water or not enough? Was the exercise tape really making me stink taht much.

I took a shower.

Sure enough the next day, it’s back again. What was it? What other horrible thing had crawled into my house? Where had the dog barfed or the cat peed? What the hell was that smell? I simply could not find the source.

Saturday morning, I got the bug to do a spring cleaning. I whipped out the cleanser and sos pads, the furniture polish, the window cleaner and finally the vacuum. Yep my little cottage was going to sparkle and shine. On went the vacuum and it went merrily about its business sucking up hidden dirt (and I hoped smells) and sand and rocks and whatever else me and the dog dragged in. Ooops had to move my big desk chair – now for as small as that place was I always insisted on having a big comfy leather chair, so it took up some room – but it was worth it. So move chair out of way and gasp! what do I see? Yep, my mousie’s dancing partner. There she was in all her white and brown speckled glory. And she was rightly stinking the place up. I could never find the source of the smell cuz it was right under my big fat ass the whole time.

So the moral to the story is, if you got one mouse than probably have two. And a dead mouse really stinks!

WC

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15 thoughts on “What’s That Smell?

  1. You did it the easy way. Once long ago, I lived in a house infested with mice. I had a pellet gun. Extermination can be a pretty entertaining sport.

    I’ll bet you got plenty of them too, Evyl. When I was a very little kid we lived in a tacky house that had mice problems – and I remember my dad chasing the up the steps with his bedroom slipper. He too was an adventurer.
    WC

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  2. Dead rats don’t smell so pretty either πŸ™‚
    LOL at it being right under you the whole time though!
    Kelly

    Rats, mice, rodents – they all stink, especially if you are dead. And yeah, right under my ass the whole time. Duh! πŸ˜‰
    WC

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  3. LMHO your own little version of the ” Rat Pack ”
    At first I was beginning to wonder what you were eating like magic mushrooms or something WC

    Me, eat magic mushrooms? Nah, not my style. πŸ˜‰
    WC

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  4. Ewwww…
    Found the remnants of a dead squirrel in my shed several weeks ago. Something ate his head off.
    Disgusting and yeah, really stinky.
    Glad you found the cause of da ‘funk’…
    ~m

    LOL – I love the ‘something’ at his head off line. Can’t quite deal with the idea that maybe one of your cats ate the head off? πŸ˜‰

    WC

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  5. M.. reminds me of your brave cats that time when you were downstairs putting the squash to one mouse with your handy shovel….LMHO

    Yoiks!

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  6. hehehe…ok, THIS reminds me of my own “mouse” story…..ready??

    Back in my high school days on a warm Saturday evening, i invited my BFF (Heather) over to spend the night. Mom was never home so basically it was like having my own rent free apartment always supplied with food and clean laundry. Anyways, it was about 10pm and we were watching (Rosemary’s Baby) on TV, yep you heard me….so (from the kitchen) we heard this rattling noise. Of course ignoring it at first, because it MUST be our imagination, right? But the noise got louder & louder and it was coming from the trash bag, located convieniently enough outside of the trash basket. We tip-toed toward the moving trash bag and carefully peered inside and that was when we SAW IT…..a big long black tail slithering down into the trash!! Well suffice it to say we both started that laugh screeming thing that teenagers do and started yelling at each other to “grab the bag” and go throw out the trash. So we ran around for a couple of minutes trying to locate some sort of tie, and gingerly held the bag together so we could securly tie that sucker. Than we both ran (together) all the way outside and to the dumpter screaming & laughing the whole time….only one neighbor came out to see what all the ruckus was about, but we were so proud of ourselves that we “took care of the problem” we decided though to never watch scary movies late at night by ourselves anymore…..hehehe

    l/y
    FC

    LOL – at least he had the decency to be in the trash for you. Great story. πŸ˜‰
    l/y
    WC

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  7. Yuck! We had a mouse problem at my parent’s house. Happens when they dig up the field you live next to and then they build apartments. I had one run over my foot once. Talk about a freak-out dance!

    LOL! Yes, I do know that dance well.
    WC

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  8. Our cats are indoors.
    Couldn’t have been one of them.
    This squirrel was in a bad way.
    And boy, oh boy, the stink!
    Maybe it was the Stygian ferry he was riding on…
    ~m

    OH-oh, maybe you got a kujo living in your shed. Oooohhhhhh – I’m scared already. πŸ˜‰
    WC

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  9. I used to live with some friends and they had a “Momma” cat that would alternately adopt each of us kids. She would show her love and affection in various ways, such as crawling under the covers with us at night, and allowing us to be the one to pet her that week. Her favorite,however, was leaving us some tasty offering from her night of hunting. It was never whole unless the hunt had proven especially prosperous! *ugh*

    Jennifer

    LOL – what wasn’t whole? the offering or the experience? When I lived in Florida my cat turned into a real mouser and was constantly trying to give me the little bastards. πŸ˜‰
    WC

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  10. cute story! when i worked for a bank a few years back there were always little dead presents waiting for us in the lobby. and you’re right, they do STINK!

    At a bank, eh? Do you think they were trying to make a withdrawal the hard way? πŸ˜‰
    WC

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  11. Hi there, just been roaming the web for “mouse stories” and came across your interesting and amusing story.

    Sounds all to familiar for me at the moment. Have been fighting my own battle with the furry creatures for the last couple of weeks.

    I have a not so wonderful smell coming from somewhere in my kitchen….inaccessible of course.

    Been so frustrated by it started a thread at my site to “vent”….lol (link with my name goes to thread)

    So nice to read other peoples experiences, and how they can see the funny side of their “mouse problems”…they are keeping me sane at the moment πŸ˜‰

    Sorry to hear you’re having that mousy ‘smell’ problem. There is no smell worse, not even skunk. Hmm, if you can’t find it then maybe he passed away in your wall. Sorry, I know that isn’t a good thought. Have you contacted a pest control company? I think they have these sensor thingies that can get a fix on the location. I feel your pain Jules. Stop by any time you need to comiserate.
    WC

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  12. oops……mucked that link above up didn’t I….

    That just shows how much these mice have me rattled at the moment πŸ˜‰ (as I just had to dispose of another furry little creature)

    Sorry about that.

    No worries. Nice little trap contraption you got there – let me know if it really works and makes your home mouse-less. What do you do with them when you’ve caught them?
    WC

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  13. The trap works fine…it’s just disposing of the live mice that’s tricky.

    I walk down the road and let them go….which I’ve decided is probably a stupid thing to do because I’m sure they can find their way back πŸ˜‰

    Problem is, I usually find one in the trap when it’s not convenient to take them further (like when I’m in a rush to go to work, or 2 AM in the morning) I could “flush” the little darlings, but I think drowning would be one of the most horrid ways to die…..so just can’t do it.

    I’m surviving the “dead” mouse smell by burning a LOT of incense πŸ˜‰

    Think I’ll just have to let time deal with it (all I can say is, thank goodness summer is over down under….something to be grateful for I guess…..smell would be terrible in the heat)

    I’m glad you’ve found a solution. I know what you mean about disposing of them though – hard to figure out what to do with them once you’ve got them. What about calling your local animal control and asking them about that? They may have a better solution. Not sure incense would do the trick for me but glad you’re coping with the smell too. It’s nasty. 😯

    WC

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  14. When my mother and I moved into a country house a decade ago, we didn’t even get to the second week before we were apparently assaulted by an army of rodents. There were turds in every drawer, every cabinet, food or no food. There must have been dozens. We weighed our options and honestly there was no doubt we would have had to deal with the smell problem. We also weren’t particularly fond of setting and clearing traps. That’s disgusting.
    We decided to bring in the services of a runty declawed cat named Angel. Don’t let the name fool you. This cat was bad to the bone. This thing didn’t play around.
    It was a slaughter. They never stood a chance. There was no place to hide because she would not limit herself to the main rooms either. She somehow found a way into the actual wall itself. You could hear her jumping around and yowling in there.
    That cat ate a couple mice a day. You know how we know that? Because we heard every last crunch. I kid you not, she ate them whole. After about a week and a half, we never saw another turd. Indeed we had never seen a single mouse period.
    She was a little aloof, but damn I really miss that cat.

    Hey Toad,
    Wow – that cat sounds amazing. You could have rented her out and made some serious bucks. I could have used that cat several times as a matter of fact. Do you have her address? πŸ˜‰
    WC

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  15. Either cat heaven, or more likely, mouse hell. To get a cat like that you pretty much have to adopt an alley cat. If you raise it as a kitten, it will jump on the chair with you.
    Since I don’t have pets anymore, I’ve since taken the more proactive approach of simply eliminating all sources of mousebait. Food goes in upper shelves. Flour and pancake mix, etc. all goes in air tight plastic containers and I never ever leave food or dishes out overnight. That has worked so far, despite renting in the country. I think this is maybe a better solution than putting an ad out for a kitty.

    Hey Toad,
    I don’t have mousie problems anymore – but yes, all of your suggestions are spot on. Still, it would have been good to have a little varmit like Angel around, when I needed one.
    WC

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