tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post7422107085359513314..comments2024-03-22T14:46:37.849-04:00Comments on A Fly on Our (Chicken Coop) Wall: It Seems Having a Blog Means I Have to Tell You Every Disgusting Thing That Happens Around HereChristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-36593365614708374042015-08-20T09:41:43.562-04:002015-08-20T09:41:43.562-04:00Thanks a lot for the gross flashback! My sister a...Thanks a lot for the gross flashback! My sister and her hubby were away over the winter, and the heater at their house kept going out, so I had to keep going over to re-start it. On one such trip, I was asked to check all of the toilets to make sure they hadn't frozen over. Imagine my horror and disgust when I opened the cover of one, peered in and saw an extremely bloated - EXTREMELY dead mouse! My BIL asked me to flush it away, but I refused, leaving it for his return - it would be just my luck to go ahead and flush only to have it jam up the works or something and cause a flood. Ewwww! CuKoo better watch out or he might find the next one in his bed!! ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-77318752963521876052015-08-06T14:25:10.902-04:002015-08-06T14:25:10.902-04:00Hahahaha! Yes. Yes she does. :)Hahahaha! Yes. Yes she does. :)Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-78622006139450332392015-08-05T22:56:26.481-04:002015-08-05T22:56:26.481-04:00We definitely had a smell here once - awful - but ...We definitely had a smell here once - awful - but no one could figure out what it was or from whence it came. My uncle came and checked it out - my mom and her siblings grew up in a 300+ year old home and mice were, as Ivy said, a way of life. I figured he could ferret out the problem if indeed there was one. He did smell the smell, but we could not for the life of any of us figure it out. We ultimately agreed to say something likely got inside the walls or under the floorboards and passed on and we would just have to wait until it decomposed. Not sure if that was the way to go, but other than ripping open a wall, there was no better way. Definitely not as cool as your story, though. <br />This, however, is my favorite part of your post - "But when I do the dishes, I always capitalize on the opportunity to scrub down the parts of the kitchen your dad neglects, such as the microwave and the range hood." My Hub does the dishes here and on the rare occasions when I do them, that's exactly how we play it. :D And heating a bowl of white vinegar in the microwave also works, by the way.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-81124912298552135302015-08-05T22:50:41.647-04:002015-08-05T22:50:41.647-04:00Doesn't Dyanne also have something dead in her...Doesn't Dyanne also have something dead in her freezer somewhere? I seem to remember reading that a while ago...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-75606622007992654762015-08-01T23:28:24.217-04:002015-08-01T23:28:24.217-04:00Shoot. There's a weird smell in David's r...Shoot. There's a weird smell in David's room when the central AC is on, and I KNOW something is dead in that duct. Larry is ignoring me. He keeps insisting it is dirty socks. Thanks, but I happen to be aware of the difference.Suburban Correspondenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-15392442889952951032015-07-31T21:22:16.023-04:002015-07-31T21:22:16.023-04:00Hahahaha!!!! That IS bad! I can see where you'...Hahahaha!!!! That IS bad! I can see where you'd think it was a gas leak, though. If it makes you feel any better, I once called the gas company thinking we had a leak. It was actually our septic overflowing into our yard. We had no idea. Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-16355318453521869092015-07-31T21:20:45.695-04:002015-07-31T21:20:45.695-04:00I am cracking up! When I was cleaning for my frien...I am cracking up! When I was cleaning for my friend to come, I debated whether I needed to make the time to clean our tub. It most certainly needed cleaning, but I was running out of time. I decided to clean it, because I was afraid someone would leave the curtain open and they'd see the tub when I gave the tour of the house. You have now confirmed I made the right choice! :) Thank you!<br />I'm glad she let you stay. :)Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-79466018462421842492015-07-31T21:16:56.907-04:002015-07-31T21:16:56.907-04:00He is a little toad!He is a little toad!Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-4507703436058209152015-07-31T21:16:28.489-04:002015-07-31T21:16:28.489-04:00OH! That would be bad! And I would be one very unh...OH! That would be bad! And I would be one very unhappy person if the mice were in my bedroom. The kitchen and basement are more than enough for me.<br />Did you do that pun on purpose? Nice. Very nice. And true. Very true.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-57398232594284388852015-07-31T21:11:18.980-04:002015-07-31T21:11:18.980-04:00Ha! I'm surprised you didn't find some way...Ha! I'm surprised you didn't find some way to cover it or move it. That situation would make for a great Lucille Ball episode. :)<br /><br />I DID forget that part of the story! Ha! And now that I know your mom a bit better, the story is even funnier. :)<br /><br />You have helped tremendously. Thank you!Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-90434440575368945352015-07-31T21:08:18.393-04:002015-07-31T21:08:18.393-04:00I literally live in a barn. Mice are a way of life...I literally live in a barn. Mice are a way of life... but in my old house we had a mouse smell so bad we thought we had a gas leak and embarassed ourselves further by reporting it to the gas company. My kid moved back to his Dad's house for the week until the stench left... he didn't even go to his Dad's house after he was granted visitation with the kid.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11630958840521397718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-32368048623548224582015-07-31T21:07:51.130-04:002015-07-31T21:07:51.130-04:00:)
Hahaha!!! Your poor mother! When we lived in B...:)<br /><br />Hahaha!!! Your poor mother! When we lived in Bermuda, I was floored by the size and ability to fly that the roaches had. One got into our apartment and we had a horrible time catching it.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-17146349355075010852015-07-31T21:06:06.290-04:002015-07-31T21:06:06.290-04:00EWEWEW! I'd be skipping the bath that night, t...EWEWEW! I'd be skipping the bath that night, too. But the boys didn't get to see it? <br /><br />Ha! You are welcome. :)Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-9900595246317671702015-07-31T21:04:57.097-04:002015-07-31T21:04:57.097-04:00Huh. That is an odd thing to ask for when eating a...Huh. That is an odd thing to ask for when eating a bird. :)Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-38887718941286122372015-07-31T15:57:00.315-04:002015-07-31T15:57:00.315-04:00A few weeks ago our landlord stopped by for a visi...A few weeks ago our landlord stopped by for a visit. She lives out of state, so this was the first time she had been here since we moved in 18 months ago. We knew she was coming, so we tried to have things cleaned up... but as usual, we ran out of time to "do it all." The tub in the main bathroom was due for a good scrubbing, but I though, "Eh. We can just close the shower curtain." So she came. She checked out the yard with my husband. Noted some maintenance and landscaping issues that needed to be tended to. Then she came inside and headed upstairs. My husband and I were nudging each other and whispering, "Are you gonna go with her?" Since he had been with her out in the yard, we decided it was my turn, so I headed up the stairs after her... and found her in the main bathroom, you guessed, peering around the shower curtain looking at the tub. "Checking for mold," she said. <br /><br />*sigh* Whatcha gonna do? At least she lets us still live here!Karla Cook @ Roads to Everywherehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00902429832411315003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-11450828916446931792015-07-31T14:59:04.069-04:002015-07-31T14:59:04.069-04:00All of the above. Especially sending Cuckoo away. ...All of the above. Especially sending Cuckoo away. Little toad!Lizzihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17480448062269641320noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-70724578030314879132015-07-31T12:24:44.794-04:002015-07-31T12:24:44.794-04:00We had a mouse once, errr we have mice. Several ye...We had a mouse once, errr we have mice. Several years ago we had a mouse outbreak of epic proportions. I trapped mice int eh basement, in the kitchen, and I caught one on my wife's nightstand. EWWW. I suspect one (or more) of the critters made an appearance during a dinner party for some friends. I was horrified, my was horrified. We all have similar lives, but with different characters. Kids delight in ratting us out, so to speak. It's all good. It's gonna be a great day.clayhttp://makingthedayscount.orgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-43971570802195402002015-07-31T10:53:30.267-04:002015-07-31T10:53:30.267-04:00At least you had time to do something with the mou...At least you had time to do something with the mouse! Years ago, we were new in our ward, and the bishop dropped by to visit. As we were all sitting down in the living room, I noticed that a pair of panties on the floor! I don't remember which daughter they belonged to, and I have no idea how they ended up there, but the whole time the bishop was in our house, I just kept thinking, "Please don't look across the room. Please don't look across the room." I don't know if he noticed them or not. <br /><br />Story #2: I know you remember the email portion of this post, but you might have forgotten about the bat: http://www.thankfulme.net/2012/10/friday-family-history-someday-well-all.html <br /><br />I can probably come up with more stories, but hopefully those will suffice for now. :-)Kristihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14136276061114462192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-61511697513898742692015-07-31T09:33:24.600-04:002015-07-31T09:33:24.600-04:00It's a small fleshy part near the butt about w...It's a small fleshy part near the butt about where the tail feathers are. Yeah, his girlfriend was a bit weird 😊Kathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02202212892774623935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-89304925457064146952015-07-31T07:10:12.454-04:002015-07-31T07:10:12.454-04:00I'm not going to tell you to willingly look fo...I'm not going to tell you to willingly look for a mouse so I say next time hide the baby. Lol! <br /><br />I'm from South Carolina - home to flying water bugs aka giant roaches. We definitely got those from time to time in the summer. My dad was the killer and my little brother was the helper. One time mom had one of her coworkers over for dinner. My brother was around three or four at the time. He was immediately taken by mom's coworker, showing off his cowboy boots and whatever toy he happened to be playing with at the time. As a body builder might announce how much they can bench, he proudly announced, "IIIIIIII know how to kill rooooooachessss."Kenya G. Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03901164070843042029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-52660480604363487732015-07-30T23:29:25.426-04:002015-07-30T23:29:25.426-04:00I'm with Amelia too!
I don't have a com...I'm with Amelia too! <br /><br />I don't have a company's coming story but I have a mouse story. One Christmas a little family decided to take up residence in our house. Apparently there is never just one mouse...they come in families. One evening G was out so I was getting the boys ready for a bath (they were little). As I called for the boys to get ready for their bath, I threw open the shower curtain and something caught my eye. Luckily I hadn't started the water when I noticed that it was a tiny mouse. A tiny dead mouse! I quickly shut the shower curtain, said "Let's skip bath tonight" to the boys and waited for G to come home to dispose of the body. <br /><br />Oh and thanks for the warning. Putting clean behind the toaster oven and microwave on G's To-Do list! ;)@dkotuckerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18395598913393994830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-35257999154107882082015-07-30T21:04:22.397-04:002015-07-30T21:04:22.397-04:00Tamara, you just made my day. Thank you. I'm g...Tamara, you just made my day. Thank you. I'm glad you liked it. :)Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-59517326014438098212015-07-30T21:04:00.972-04:002015-07-30T21:04:00.972-04:00Less washing of dishes for the win! Thanks! :)
Ha...Less washing of dishes for the win! Thanks! :)<br /><br />Ha! I guess none of his other clients have been so honest with him, 'cause you and I both know that it is most certainly why we married men. :)<br /><br />Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-89158795777909396582015-07-30T21:01:00.254-04:002015-07-30T21:01:00.254-04:00I'm going to have to agree! Let's just hop...I'm going to have to agree! Let's just hope Bryan gets on board with it.<br /><br />Hahaha! I can imagine the look on your face when the paw prints were revealed! We are so lucky to have non-super fussy friends. :)Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329563580023354380.post-23607382736159036302015-07-30T20:58:23.577-04:002015-07-30T20:58:23.577-04:00Exactly! It was completely bizarre. Once dinner ro...Exactly! It was completely bizarre. Once dinner rolled around, he was his normal self, though.<br /><br />I would hope not! I do recall that one of the first posts I ever read of yours had to do with a mouse you found in a closet. :)Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.com