Low Days / Rabbie's Mouse / Getting Rid of Mice...



Hi Folks,


Do you ever get times when nothing seems to go right and you feel as low as if you're under the floor and no matter how hard you try to climb out of the dolldrums - the dark mist has well and truly descended ?? I've tried to chivvy myself out of this mood, telling myself that I should be grateful for everything I have in my life but unfortunately it doesn't help .

I must admit that there are times when I'm down and I see something really sweet and soppy and I give myself a good talking to - after all, I'm a hellova lot better off (and I don't mean moneywise) than most people but that black mist that has surfaced to hold me down and just refuses to shift...... Isn't it weird too how these times seem to be worse at the start of the New Year - we all, (especially us oldies) think back to long gone happenings and bitter sweet memories come flooding back.

Talking of rememberings ...... I was checking out some you tube videos to set up something which would fit in with Rabbie Burns's Anniversary and I came across Rabbie's poem' to the wee moose' ...... and listened to it again - I love how that poem sounds and the rhythm of it. It took me right back in time and fitted quite nicely with my old post about the problems our family had with field mice. I just had to retell the story of them and how they affected my family all these years ago......

" Memory clicking in stage left - This is something which will probably convince you that I really am "round the twist" but I know that it is true and no joke...... so whether you believe it or not is immaterial all my family know it 'is' true. When I was nearly eleven years old my family moved to stay in a house where the back garden and Drying Green backed on to a field. I was the eldest of five children and to live near such a large (playground) was a marvellous experience for us. We all have memories of playing there, when the grass was long we kids would be hunters running through jungles and have adventures and when the grass had been cut we would attempt to build huts and have places where we could hide using branches and wood etc. In other words it was an idyllic play area for youngsters.

Now for the first five years after we moved there and especially during the last days of Autumn - my parents lives and ours were tormented by little pests (field mice) who, no matter how my Dad sealed up holes, laid traps etc and did everything he could to stop them getting into our house - he never ever succeeded. Sure as God made little apples, we would all be sitting round the TV on a winters night and we would hear a scuffle coming from somewhere and a little animal would shoot from the Kitchen across the floor of the Living Room to goodness knows where... Now this happening would be more than a little disconcerting for the kids who were in the unfortunate position of being on the floor - rather than on one of the "chairs" belonging to "The Suite", if you had not quickly bagged a seat then you would have to loll floorwards. Keeping an eye open for little beasties with long tails.

As I said, my parents were tearing their hair out for nearly five years, one autumn afternoon my Mum was sitting at her sewing machine - going good style, probably making another matching outfit for us kids (from we were toddlers till we were too old for them, we each had a matching gingham set in differing colours - girls skirts - boys shirts girls white tops. (we looked like the kids from Sound of Music) Only we wore them more than they did.

The TV was on and while she sewed something she heard made her stop and take notice, it was a lady talking about how to get rid of mice and beasties from your house. She said that all that was required would be to go into every room and walk-in cupboard in your house and just explain to the mice that you were afraid of them and that they would be better off going to ............... 's house and that "they" would like them to stay "there". Now the point of the missing word is to let you know that you had to tell the mice where to go, but you must not tell anyone else their next destination . This suggestion to Mum was helpful as at the time we had a little problem with a neighbour of ours. (She never confirmed or denied to us where she had sent the wee rascals).

This though was an electric light moment for Mum. She thought about it - but said nothing to any of us and on a day later in the week she tried it out. It was only afterwards that she owned up to the action which she had taken and told us that while she was doing it she was very embarrassed and felt a right TWIT. But she had to do it - as she had come to the end of her tether and was dreading another winter with our little friends.

From that day on ' none of us ' ever saw any sign, or hide nor hair of any little wild creature in the house . My Mum lived another thirty years and died in that house which was still mice-less. All of our family can attest to this and all of us remember the fright you got each time one of the little tykes made an appearance.

I tell you something else too, none of us have ever had any problems with vermin of any kind in any of our houses and a few of us have lived in or near the countryside. I can't speak for the rest but wherever I have lived I always have a little walkaround and have a word on the quiet with any tiny creatures that might be listening " ......

By the way as a postscript, I heard last week from my sister in law who had phoned me to say that at her house - in a country area not far from us has again a problem with field mice which had returned ... I had previously told her the story of the mice in our childhood some time ago and how they had completely disappeared from our house at that time. Well, unknown to me she herself had tried to get rid of her mouse problem ! Unfortunately she must have missed out something because they have returned to worry and annoy her ....

So, next time Rob and I visit in the next couple of weeks she and I will do the rounds in her house and explain to the wee mice that they should really find some other household where they will be much happier ...... Maybe she forgot to do the needful in one of her many spacious walk in cupboards - she has a smashing big house ...... with several big cupboards !




Cheers from the land of the Tartan, Love Kate xxx.