Thursday, December 13, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
We live in the country, and our house is apparently not entirely mouse-proof. Every winter with the cold weather comes the start of a battle between the mice and I. I use traps and usually can keep them at bay with only a few fatalities.
Anyway, a couple nights ago I woke up with a bad backache during the night. I staggered into the master bathroom and reached for the Advil bottle in my medicine cabinet. Alas my coordination is at its worst in the middle of the night and I felt a pill slip from my hand to the floor. In my sleepy fog I decided to leave it there and take care of it in the morning.
Several hours later I awoke to a scuffling noise in our bathroom. Mice! I lay there wishing they would die of old age or some other natural cause. Pretty soon I heard another noise. A nasty grating chewing noise. What on earth were they doing? It sounded like they were eating my drywall. (Noises in the middle of the night are SO LOUD.)
I must have drifted back to sleep, and in the morning I immediately thought about the Advil on my floor. I searched everywhere for it and couldn't find it. I even swept the floor, but no Advil.
Did the mice eat my Advil?
I wonder if a mouse can survive 200 milligrams of ibuprofen.
I hope not. :)