Last night just before bed, I walked to the washing machine to put the clothes into the dryer. As I was swapping stuff out, I noticed pools of water in the bottom of the washer and was puzzled as to why they would be there. I started looking around for possible reasons and then noticed that the laundry tub was FULL of water. Not draining. I thought about the things that I knew were at the bottom - a small paint can and a bucket. I fished through the water for the bucket and moved it over - fully expecting the water to start draining. So much for expectations. I wondered if perhaps a sock or washcloth had gotten in there and GINGERLY reached into the murky water to grab whatever was by the drain. It was squishy and soft. It did not feel like a sock. I pulled my hand out almost as fast as I could because I knew something wasn't right. I started calling for FarmBoy - nothing. He had already gone upstairs and couldn't hear me. I looked over at the washing machine and saw a box of gloves from an old painting project. I slipped the last one on my hand and reached in again.
I'm still gagging.
A freaking dead drowned mouse. Oh my gosh. It was so disgusting. I dropped it as soon as I saw it - threw the glove away as fast as I could and RAN upstairs to find my man to take care of it. I know - I should have just dumped the whole thing into the garbage - it was in my hand at that point already - what's a few more seconds. Barf. It was so gross. I found FarmBoy and begged him to come to my rescue. He LAUGHED. How COULD he?? It was so horrible. He found a plastic bag and swiftly took care of matters. All I could do is stand there in shock, gagging, feeling it on my fingers again and again and again. Shuttering. Gagging. Ugh. I'm done re-living it now. And I can't decide what's worse - an encounter with a live one, or a drowned dead one. WAH!!!!!!
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oh the poor mousy!!!!!!! he never had a chance!!!! i think I was raised by Buddhists at some point because I seem to have feelings for every little thing (except for my chiggers of course - DIE!!!!!) anyway - I probably would have started CRYING if I saw that!!! I know it's still gross and yes, I wouldn't want to touch one either, but to just imagine what he must have went through :( Hopefully he was dead first.
And forgive me if I sound insane. I'm just a lover of all creatures (that don't bite me). I even just yelled at Jude the other day for killing the centipede in the bathroom. HE WAS JUST LOST AND TRYING TO FIND HIS WAY OUT!
EEWWWW! Reminds me of the time I slung the bucket of water with a dead mouse in it and got it on me as well as the ground! We laughed pretty hard over that one. Love you, Jo!
~mom
grossssss!!!!! that is an incredible story. so sorry. but still, a little funny.
Are you sure you didn't hurt your wrist somehow during this ordeal?
hehe. this totally reminds me of when we were in HS and I heard a blood curdling scream from my mom in the basement. I thought someone was attacking her. Nope, the washer tub had filled up and she did exactly as you did, reached in to get the ??? out and found a mouse.
Sorry for having to deal with such an icky situation.
That is something I hope never happens to me... yuk! Good job in getting it taken care of though. More power to ya!
I had to comment on this one! GARRROSSSS!!!!!
Reminds me of the time I accidentily picked up a SNAKE!!! I had the same reaction later that evening....I could still feel it between my thumb and index finger...I think I washed my hands 50 times that night and I swear there was a lingering odor on my hand!!! HA!
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