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Grandpa, Dead Rat Story


I pride myself for being cool, calm and collected, and having the stomach at confronting, touching and even eating unpleasant things that most people can’t. I can watch actual decapitations on videos, pick up with my bare hands little dead animals smashed beyond recognition from the streets, I can eat fried worms, grasshoppers, and the balls of a bull without fainting or throwing up.

Yup! I’m invincible, I’m Super Woman, EXCEPT when it comes to one little thing, which I’ll share with you right now.

The first part of the tale I’m about to share, will be a repeat, because I made a post about it in my journal, sometime ago. Then I’ll tell of the horrible thing that happened to me yesterday, when I got home from work.

Norma and I were outside, sitting on my front lawn chit chatting. Mickey and Jewely were playing, when I suddenly saw Jewely had some strange looking thing in her mouth. It was big, black and flat. I ran up to her and pulled the thing out of her mouth, put it to my face to see what it was. It was a dead rat! Not a mouse, but a rat! It looked and felt like beef jerky! When it dawned on me what it was, my knees started trembling, and I gave a blood curdling scream and threw out of my hands. Jewely started running for it again, but thank goodness Norma came to the rescue, because she ran picked it up, started running and screaming all over the place, until she came to her senses and ran to the trash can!

That evening, I brushed Jewely's teeth and washed her mouth with soap and water!!

Yes, when it comes to mice, I turn into a wet noodle, or a piece of delicate tissue paper!

I will never trust Grandpa again!

When I got to my front porch, my oodles of cats headed toward me to greet me. I had just gotten to the door to unlock it, when I looked down and saw something that looked strange right next to my feet. It looked like a smashed baby dead mouse. I couldn’t unlock the front door fast enough, as the hairs on my head started freaking out. Finally, I opened the door and started screaming for Grandpa. “GRANDPA! There’s a dead mouse on the porch!! HURRY up and get it before the cats eat it!! EEEKKK!!” Grandpa came running and ran outside and picked it up. I stood far away from the door, asking him if it was indeed a dead mouse. I saw him inspecting it closely, as he kept rubbing it with his fingers. Finally, he said that it wasn’t a dead mouse, but a fatty looking tree leaf. With great relief, I walked right next to him, and was just about to take the LEAF from his hand, when he suddenly said, “Oh yeah, it IS a dead mouse.” I then did the next best thing to collapsing on the floor, I ran away shrieking like crazy, and wet my pants!!

I think Grandpa needs glasses.

Playgirl's All Pumped Up

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"The Right Of The People To Keep and
Bear Arms, Shall Not Be infringed."


( 31 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 20th, 2007 11:31 pm (UTC)
it's kind of hot that you wet your pants.
Mar. 20th, 2007 11:43 pm (UTC)
Oh yeah! It was very hot from the moment it started down my legs! ;o)
Mar. 20th, 2007 11:32 pm (UTC)
Mice don't bother me. I had them as pets for a while. Little white ones with red eyes. I had 7 and named them after the 7 dwarfs. :) Sorry you had to be terrified. I hate that feeling.
Mar. 20th, 2007 11:52 pm (UTC)
The little mice you buy at the pet store don't bother me at all. When I was a kid, I owned one, and loved the way he/she would travel up my shoulder and start kissing me.

One day, I went into the bathroom and found the little thing staring at me, as it floated dead in the toilet!

The ones that make me gag are the regular house mice.

Now rats are totally disgusting. I had never seen one, until that day I pulled one out of Jewely's mouth. I still get goose bumps by the mere thought of it!
(no subject) - playgirl - Mar. 21st, 2007 06:04 pm (UTC) - Expand
Mar. 20th, 2007 11:59 pm (UTC)
Good grief, three quarters of Europe died because of rats. . .yeah. . .glad you brushed Jewely's teeth!! Yick yick yick!!

Grandpa was funny, poor man. . . heh. . . a leaf. . .heh. .
Mar. 21st, 2007 06:32 pm (UTC)
PoetPaladin brought up something that's got me all suspecious about Grandpa. Perhaps he knew all along it was a mouse, and was trying to place a little joke on me!

When I looked at the so called leaf, or is is called leave?, I couldn't help but wonder why this particular one had a bunch of little gray hairs!!
(no subject) - wingswithwar - Mar. 21st, 2007 09:16 pm (UTC) - Expand
Mar. 21st, 2007 12:22 am (UTC)
I'm pretty sure you don't read my journal on a regular basis and with all the folks on your friends list plus your busy life I don't expect you too. But just in case you might want to read my last post so you will know what is happening to me. Hugs....
Mar. 21st, 2007 12:36 am (UTC)
No my dearest darling! You are NOT leaving the internet!

What would be the total amount to pay for a year in advance? TELL me, or I'll be very upset.

I will send a check IMMEDIATELY!!
(no subject) - inspectorjury - Mar. 21st, 2007 01:18 pm (UTC) - Expand
(no subject) - playgirl - Mar. 21st, 2007 01:34 pm (UTC) - Expand
(no subject) - playgirl - Mar. 21st, 2007 12:58 am (UTC) - Expand
Mar. 21st, 2007 02:30 am (UTC)
"I'm Sexy Legs Playgirl! I'm tough as nails! I'm an expert with guns, and can shoot people dead at 100 yards with only a spitball...

...wait, is that a...

Mar. 21st, 2007 06:26 pm (UTC)
Isn't it strange how a little mouse can have such a terrible affect on us gals?!

So I shoot spitballs, huh? Yeah Right!! :o)
Mar. 21st, 2007 03:59 am (UTC)
That's hilarious...too funny for words :-D
Mar. 21st, 2007 08:09 pm (UTC)
Re: Hehe
Too bad you didn't record both incidents. Youtube would have paid you lots of money for it! haaaa!
Mar. 21st, 2007 04:19 am (UTC)
Grandpa touched the rat and rubbed it. That tells me he was playing a sick joke on you, telling you it's a leaf!!
Mar. 21st, 2007 06:27 pm (UTC)
Is it possible that Grandpa's become as big a stinker as me? :o)
Mar. 21st, 2007 05:03 pm (UTC)
Mar. 21st, 2007 06:28 pm (UTC)
Mar. 21st, 2007 09:04 pm (UTC)
The posting of NRA slogans with the comments disabled is fairly irritating. Why are you doing that?
Mar. 21st, 2007 10:19 pm (UTC)
What is it that you find irritating, the pistol banner, or that I’ve disabled comments?

I disable comments because nothing anybody has says to the contrary of my belief to the 2nd Amendment; I will never change my mind.

1. Should I ever find myself alone, and in a life threatening situation, I don’t want to wait, for God know how long, for a police officer to come to my rescue. My gun will insure I stand a better chance of survival, should I be ever be confronted by a criminal. I love my life too much, to leave it in the hands of the criminal. I believe in equal opportunity when it comes to life or death.

2. I believe with all my heart, life and soul, that:

“The Right of The People to Keep and Bear Arms, Shall Not Be infringed."
(no subject) - i_stareatyou - Mar. 22nd, 2007 12:56 am (UTC) - Expand
(no subject) - playgirl - Mar. 22nd, 2007 11:50 pm (UTC) - Expand
Mar. 22nd, 2007 06:00 am (UTC)
Hey Sunshine that is not just a mouse that was my best friend ;o) wink wink
Now if that did not make you smile than I better give you a kiss or two! ;o)

Smooch! Smooch! Just not taking any chances hear heheheheee…=o)
Mar. 22nd, 2007 11:00 pm (UTC)
No, that didn't make me smile, so give me a KISS right now!! :o)
(no subject) - moon_shine - Mar. 23rd, 2007 12:52 pm (UTC) - Expand
Mar. 22nd, 2007 07:55 pm (UTC)
*HUGS* Don't you love it when pets bring you little presents like that. Hope you are having a great day!!
Mar. 22nd, 2007 10:58 pm (UTC)
I now make it a habit to take a peak at my porch before stepping to it, so I won't be too shocked by the little gifts my little rascals bring me! :o)

Mar. 23rd, 2007 04:16 am (UTC)
I think Grampa was playing a little trick on PlayGirl and he did a very good job of it.

Hugs to you Sweetheart!
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