- Poison Ivy
- Bees
- Raccoons
- Bears
But, most importantly, one of the main things I don't like about living in the woods....
MICE.
Living in the infirmary with 9 girls has been such an experience. We've battled a small fridge with 9 girls' worth of food/alcohol, the challenge of having 2 showers, and numerous power outages. However, some of the most memorable/terrifying experiences I have had all summer has been our numerous encounters with mice. Usually, they get caught with one of 3 traps we have spread throughout the house (note: peanut butter is indeed a good bait for mice)...emphasis on the usually. Last week, after a long day of work, I was taking a shower and enjoying the peace and quiet. All of a sudden, I heard an ear-piercing scream emanate throughout the house. Thinking it was Townley or Harriet being crazy like they sometimes are, I continued with my shower, brushing it off and getting back to relaxing. A few seconds later, I heard a tap on my door and within seconds Harriet informed me that not only was there another mouse in our house it was in my room...and they lost it. I quickly jumped out the shower, threw a towel on, and busted out the door, with only ONE shaved leg. Only to find Harriet and Katie with brooms and dustpans moving my bedroom furniture around and searching for the mouse. It's also important to mention that Harriet was standing in a clothes basket, serving as protection, while Katie, "bravely moved around the room searching for the vermon, barefooted". It was seriously something you would have seen in a SNL skit or something. Wanting no part in the mouse hunt, I ran outside my room only to find Townley and Ella standing on top of the couches in our den, focusing intently on the door hoping that a mouse wasn't going to sprint out towards them. Realizing that my bladder needed to be emptied, I ran to our hall bathroom, freaking out and not really paying attention to my surroundings...Bad choice. **Note: the next paragraph contains gruesome sound and imagery**.
As I went to close the bathroom door, I heard a sound that I cannot describe. I imagine it's what it sounds like when you break your finger or toe. Basically a dainty CRUNCH sound. Anyways, I freak out and look down only to see little gus-gus twitching and convulsing between the door and the frame.
Diva killed the mouse. And I've never been more tormented.