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Bed Mittens and a thrilling, mouse-related tale of terror and public humiliation

I finished the second bed mitten last weekend. As you might notice, the thumb on this one is done in the main yarn, whereas the thumb on the right mitten was done in white.

This is because I split the skein in half by weight, and I ended up with a lot more yardage in this half than the other half. Also, I had pulled out some white yarn from my scrap bag to finish the other mitten, but I ran out of yarn after knitting this cuff.

It happens.

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Anyway, this is the first project I have knit with my own handspun and honestly it turned out a lot better than I would have thought.

Note: The following anecdote is not appropriate for people with mouse-o-phobia.

Every few months the neighbor and I load up her pickup truck with trash cans and drive it to the dump. Last Sunday, after we pulled out all the trash cans, a little mouse was left running around inside the truck bed. (Deer mice are a bit of a plague out here in the woods. Literally.)

The neighbor is terrified of mice. Me, I don’t like wild mice, but I have had literally dozens of pet rodents (mostly hamsters and gerbils) so I am fine with them.

I tried to herd the mouse out of the truck bed using a big empty dog food bag, but it didn’t work. The mouse wedged itself into a corner of the truck canopy and wouldn’t get out. I was wearing heavy work gloves, so I finally just crawled in there, and grabbed the mouse by hand.

My plan was to grab it and sorta flick it towards the back of the truck. Little mousie had other plans. It slipped out of my hand and ran up my arm.

I tried to shake it off, but I was wearing a fleece jacket. Too much traction. Little mousie clung on for dear life, then scrambled up towards my shoulder.

And that, dear friends, is how I ended up on my hands and knees in the back of a pickup truck at the dump shrieking, “GET IT OFF ME.”

(I would like to report that I “bellowed” or “roared” or even just “yelled” GET IT OFF ME. But I did not. This was most definitely, 100% a shriek.)

Luckily before the mouse reached my head, the neighbor stepped forward and flicked it off with her glove.

The man in the red pickup truck beside us was witness to this entire production. And bless him for not laughing. It clearly cost him a lot of effort.

5 comments to Bed Mittens and a thrilling, mouse-related tale of terror and public humiliation

  • Xeres

    I almost *heard* the clang of a shovel as the neighbour brained you just as the mouse reached your head :D

    (*pat-pats you, there there, you’re all right*)

  • KellyS

    when I had a fieldwork at a school in downtown Chicago, it was relatively recently built on a previously deserted lot full of trees. The mice decided to habituate the school in memory of it–and no matter what, this newish, shiny school could NOT get rid of them. I would be waiting for the kitchenette use with the kids, and once or twice a mouse would run out and back under the door. I shrieked each time like a freak. (not good in a school for autistic kids btw). Super gross was the fact that mouse poop would ALWAYS be on the kitchenette counter-top. All the food there had to be stored in the fridge. ugh. {shudder}

  • gabes

    I have a great mouse story, is long but best part was when I came up from behind a desk with mouse and make coworker squealed. If u catch by scruff apparently they go limp, at least that one did.

  • gabes

    Male not make. Damn auto word.

  • One summer, a colleague was doing some kind of project (for school teachers) that involved white mice. (I think it was a behavioral thing).

    I came into my office one morning, was working on the computer, saw something out of the corner of my eye. Looked over and saw a white mouse sitting there.

    Luckily, I’m not mouse-phobic. I don’t want them in my house but I’m not afraid of them.

    I scooped it up in an empty jar I had, walked down the hall with it, and asked my colleague, “Did you lose something?”

    The fact that it was white meant I KNEW it was one of his and not some random outdoor mouse.