When we got home from our Christmas travels, we walked into our house to find that we had been overrun by mice. The entire place. All rooms. So we got even more serious in our mouse-catching attempts. We set out traps and glue boards everywhere. We were rewarded in our efforts with the capture and killing of two mice.
Now, I enjoy going to work every morning (even those mornings when I'm 30 minutes late), mostly because I enjoy the company of my kiddos. However, there is that extra little added bonus of being in a mouse-free environment for eight hours a day. Today, that joy was stolen from me.
I was eating breakfast at the table with my kids (all three of them...big crowd), when I heard screaming erupt from the kitchen. I tend to consider my work environment to be a sane one, so this was a little more than out of the ordinary. I looked around to see none of my fellow teachers willing to leave their place of safety and investigate, so I took it upon myself to rush to the aid of my distressed coworker. Upon entering the kitchen, I saw my administrator standing in the middle of the kitchen holding a broom to the floor, screaming her head off. I vaguely heard something about "mouse" and pretended I didn't hear it. "What's wrong" I inquired as calmly as possible. "Mouse...in trap...not dead...caught under broom!" She lifted the broom minutely, and I saw it. Indeed...mouse...in trap...not dead. I bravely grabbed another broom and asked her to hold still. I shall leave the rest up to your over-active imaginations and spare you the details. After disposing of said mouse, I was informed that there was another trap in the cabinet. I bravely asked my boss to ready her broom and slowly opened the door. There, to my horror and wonder, was yet another mouse half caught in a trap. It began it's frantic and frenzied rush around the floor. I told the broom holder to "get it!" The mouse quickly met it's demise and joined it's brother in the trash.
Needless to say, I never expected such a task to fall under my teaching duties, but when faced with a challenge, I'm always ready to rise to the occasion.
Now, I enjoy going to work every morning (even those mornings when I'm 30 minutes late), mostly because I enjoy the company of my kiddos. However, there is that extra little added bonus of being in a mouse-free environment for eight hours a day. Today, that joy was stolen from me.
I was eating breakfast at the table with my kids (all three of them...big crowd), when I heard screaming erupt from the kitchen. I tend to consider my work environment to be a sane one, so this was a little more than out of the ordinary. I looked around to see none of my fellow teachers willing to leave their place of safety and investigate, so I took it upon myself to rush to the aid of my distressed coworker. Upon entering the kitchen, I saw my administrator standing in the middle of the kitchen holding a broom to the floor, screaming her head off. I vaguely heard something about "mouse" and pretended I didn't hear it. "What's wrong" I inquired as calmly as possible. "Mouse...in trap...not dead...caught under broom!" She lifted the broom minutely, and I saw it. Indeed...mouse...in trap...not dead. I bravely grabbed another broom and asked her to hold still. I shall leave the rest up to your over-active imaginations and spare you the details. After disposing of said mouse, I was informed that there was another trap in the cabinet. I bravely asked my boss to ready her broom and slowly opened the door. There, to my horror and wonder, was yet another mouse half caught in a trap. It began it's frantic and frenzied rush around the floor. I told the broom holder to "get it!" The mouse quickly met it's demise and joined it's brother in the trash.
Needless to say, I never expected such a task to fall under my teaching duties, but when faced with a challenge, I'm always ready to rise to the occasion.
