What's your most terrible mouse story? Here's mine!

We've had mice in our garage and mice in the crawl space, but none in the house (knock wood). I have occasionally found one dead in the skimmer basket in the pool. Once this summer, though, I went out to turn the pump on for the pool and found a little black mouse doing dog paddle in the pool. I scooped him up with the net and he jumped out! Three times I scooped him and three times he jumped out. Finally, he got so tired that when I scooped him up he just lay in the net until I was able to tip him out in the brush on the other side of the fence, where my dog wouldn't catch him.

zztop11 - I would be so freaked out if a mouse had run across my bed!

I've never seen a mouse unless it was a pet.

Not in my house but in an outhouse while camping. It was dark and I had to pee really badly before going to sleep. I had a funny feeling that I wasn't alone in the outhouse and when I shone (shined?)the flashlight in the hole, there was a mouse sitting on top of the "stuff" in the toilet looking up at me. I was so paranoid that the mouse would jump up and bite me on the butt, that I went back to the tent without peeing and held my pee all night.

We have a house, that's about a mile from us, and the people had to move out of it (someone rents it out) because they caught 96 mice, and were still catching them,when they moved out!?!! WTH??!!! The guy put the house up again for rent right after they moved, and 2 wks later someone else was in it. Gad..I hope he exterminated the thing before that. Can you imagine?
This is why we have barn cats.

we moved into a house a month before dd was born, we were one of the first people on the block and they were clearing other lots nearby. it is Christmas and I am up in the middle of the night feeding dd by the light of the Christmas tree, rocking away and a mouse walks out of the kitchen and crawls under the tree, and then I hear a splash as he evidently took a "swim" since I had an almost asleep baby, there was not much I could do unless I wanted to start the getting her to sleep process again (she loved the middle of the night).

I went back to bed and told dh to go retrieve the mouse - but he was not to be found....

then a couple weeks later dh was out of town, and the trap under the sink popped - I called the salesman at the model home office and begged for his help to get rid of it!

once the cat came back the mice stayed away

 My mom had a mouse get in her car and do about $4000 dollars worth of damage. She chewed a bunch of wires under the hood etc. she put out poison on her carport. About a week later she found the dead mouse on the carport with its baby huddling next to her making a weeping sound. She she scooped up the baby. It was about 3 weeks old and brought it to me. I fed it kitten formula with a dropper. It now lives in a fish tank in my bedroom. His name is Mr. Jingles and he will let me pet him and eat from my hand. We can't take him out because he is super fast. He is a year old now. Wild mice only live for a couple of years. He has been to the vet and is disease free. He loves grapes, apples, avacado and pizza crust. He eats a box food for wild mice but loves fresh fruits and veggies. He especially likes the core of a cabbage. When I'm making fresh veggies I usually cut him up a few pieces before I cook it. Sweet baby. He also loves Doritos and cheese its. We don't feed him them often but it's funny to see this tiny mouse carrying a whole Doritos into his hut.

He has tubes, a wheel, a hammock and a little hut. Love that little guy. My cat likes to sit on the floor or bed and stare into his tank. It has a lid that my husband put a latch on so there is no way it will open even if that cat could knock the whole tank over. Unless it shattered he is safe. 
Not really a horror story but I'm a softie for animals. He would have died in the wild as he was so young. 

I was weeding in my yard, sitting with my legs crossed and a mouse ran across my legs. I only screamed loud enough to emotionally traumatize my children.

I've shared this story before on the annual 2peas live vs. artificial Christmas tree debate.

One Christmas, we noticed a strange, foul smell in the house. When we took the tree down and emptied the water in the stand (which I faithfully filled!), there was a dead, bloated, rotting mouse in there. It was so bad.

I had a few mice this past winter in this one drawer of my kitchen where I kept the towels and hot pads. I guess it was warm in there. Anyway, I had my fearless, farm-raised boyfriend help me with my little problem. I really did not want snap traps because I didn't want mouse guts in my drawer! He put out some glue traps. I knew the little buggers were not getting trapped on those things because the little bait was gone and one night one of the glue traps just disappeared. I was freaking out about that one.
Early one morning I hear some scratching going on in the drawer. I about lost my shinznit!
My sweet BF made me leave the room so he could catch the critter trying to escape with the glue trap glued to his icky little mouse foot out the back end of the drawer.

I am so skeeved by any critter like that. Don't even get me started on rats!

Great. Now I'll never sleep.

meredith

At my salon we throw dirty towels directly into the washer. Sometimes it takes a couple days to get a full load. We just wait till its full to start it. Well, I washed a load of towels and went to put them in the dryer and tiny pink dead baby mice were falling out of the towels. Gross! 

So I had to shake out each towel individually to get out the seven baby mice. Re-washed them with a lot of bleach. Bleached the inside of the dryer too. I didn't know what to do with the mice so I flushed them down the toilet. 

I was was gagging the whole time!

It was summer vacation so I was up late on my computer in my bedroom. I think I was around 16 or 17. So it is like 2:30 in the morning and I'm just hanging out, on some random forum (gee how things never change) and I start to hear some squeaky noise. I look down and a tiny brown mouse is right in the middle of my floor. I can't scream because it is 2:30 in the morning and my parents are in the house. So I grab a blanket off of my bed, run out of my room and shut the door behind me.

I slept on the couch for a week until my dad was able to catch the little guy.

Oh my - these mouse stories are horrifying to me! I have an unnatural fear of rodents because of my encounter from 14 years ago.

Let me start by saying we had 2 cats at the time and I normally wear glasses or contacts. We had just moved into a new home and it was a new development. Aka - not unusual to have mice in your new house apparently. I woke up in the morning and was getting ready for work. I didn't have my glasses or contacts in and I saw what looked to be a hairball. I got some TP and went to pick it up. IT.WAS.NOT.A.HAIRBALL. It was HALF a mouse. The back half actually. I screamed and couldn't move in fear of stepping on the other half. My DH got out of bed and claimed he found the other half. 10 years later I found out at a party he had never actually found the other half. I guess my kitties had eaten it. Ew!

I have cats -- so I've seen a lot of half dead mice, dead half mice, and every other combination. Yesterday the cat left a dead mouse on the dog's bed. I think they've chosen the dog as their new leader.

Anyone remember the mouse invasion of a pea's car?

In my first house alone (that was mine, not with ex or dh), there was a storage space under some stairs in the back of the house. The room was originally a garage/carport LONG time ago but the previous owner turned it into another living room so it was ground level and you had to go down a small flight of stairs to enter the room. To make the staircase finished, it was walled with a sliding door so you could use that space for storage. I didn't use it much and didn't give it much thought until about two years into living there, I found some mouse droppings in the closet at the top of the stairs. Put out traps to ensure I didn't find one in the kitchen. I caught a few, pretty much two adults and a couple babies. One day, I notice my cat is having a stare down with the corner of the lower room. Upon closer look, I see that he has a little mouse cornered. Damn cat had no interest in playing with it, catching it or anything, just staring it down until the poor thing died from fright. The cat is a stalker but not much of a catcher. No more mice after that.

Growing up, we always had a trap or two in the garage. My Dad still sets out traps in all three of his garages (yes, three) even though I don't think he has caught anything in years. I think this house must have had mice at some point because we found those poison bags in the shed as well as one in the basement when we moved in.