Re: Sugar Gliders?
Yeah, he kind of does remind me of a rodent.... speaking of which, I am deathly afraid of .... yesterday was like a show on America's Funniest Home videos..
I was taking a shower and my little guy starts pounding on the door.. both him and I have soft spots for anything in pain and I could tell he was distressed by something.
He tells me through the door, there's a mouse caught in a trap and he heard it crying from upstairs.
Panic ensues... my heart starts beating.. hubby, responsible for all things mouse related, is gone, out of town.
My 8 year son calls dad to get mouse release advice which included waking up big brother ( who is a self professed rodent wimp as well - hates them) he refuses to help.. so, we are stuck trying to solve this problem ourselves. I nominate him to be the one to release the mouse, he declines.
Now you have to know that even the sight of a mouse running 20 feet away has me scrambling for high ground and screaming like a banshee.
The mouse was only held by his tail, I discovered (thank God!! - I couldn't bear to see the carnage) but he was yelping and dragging the trap around frantically.
My 8 year old and I mustered of every ounce of courage we possessed... I prepared by putting on winter gloves, grabbing an industrial sized pair of 12 inch bbq tongs and a long flat head screwdriver... my son was in charge of holding a paper bag open so I could deposit the attached screaming rodent into the bag, release him outside and try to release his tail..
Sounded simple enough.. what ensued was nothing less than slapstick comedy.. looking back now, I can laugh but at the time, I was scared to death!
I finally got my nerve up to try to grab the trap with my tongs leaning over as far away as possible.. unfortunately, the mouse didn't like those huge metal teeth coming at him and started frantically running and squeeking, of course towards me! Oh no.. I'm pushing my kid out of the way and hiding behind him, kid is pushing me back towards the mouse both of us screaming like stuck pigs.
Eventually, when I calmed down and when my heart stopped pounding I attemtped to pick up the trap, the tongs wouldn't close all the way, so the poor mouse was lifted a few inches and dropped repeatedly! I sucked at this.
I couldn't get him in the bag, so like a deranged mechanic, I finally just went after the trap and used my long screwdriver and lifted the metal - freeing the mouse, in my house!!
Good job mom, now we have a free and probably pissed off mouse running rampant through the kitchen.
Reliving this story has just changed my mind on my Sugar Glider.. he does look like a mouse!!
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