Disclaimer: This is not for the faint in heart or the wimpy scardey cats. So... if you have a weak stomach, I might not continue onward.
The house that Jaren and I live in was built in 1975, so it's 33 years old. It's on their farm and he grew up in this house till he was 12 years old. His parents built a new home and then another family moved into this one. Once they moved out the house was unoccupied for 10 years. It was basically used as a storage unit.
The first time Jaren brought me out here to see it it was night so I couldn't see very well. We had just gotten engaged 5 days before. My first thoughts were... this is WAY out here in the boonies (I was correct). Then he pulled up and the lights caught this beautiful scene.....
Split level (great... hate those things... Do I go up, or down?? I can't choose!!!!)
Overgrown bushes covering all the basement windows and sprawling out over the sidewalk onto the lawn. (eeewww... I know they are spider infested. I HATE spiders!!!)
So we walk up and Jaren opens the door and flips on the light.....
70's decor everywhere... couches, boxes, random things all over the place. I can't tell what's downstairs but I can see there is no carpet, just cement and probably more stuff(I was right). Upstairs there is white dirty carpet and.. no... no no no no, PANELED WALLS!!!!! Needless to say I asked Jaren multiple times.... "Were living HERE??"
"Do we have to?"
"No, but if you'd like a significantly lower rate you'll live here."
"Uhhhhhhh... all RIGHT"
"It was a very nice house when I lived here."
"Fifteen years ago...."
I knew that they were going to renovate so as we walked through I asked... "Can we get new closet doors?" (they were the accordion type.. I'm not a fan)
"Yes"(Uh huh, still has yet to happen)
"Can we take off the paneling? (Ohhh please please please!!!)
"Yes" (It wouldn't actually come off, so they drywalled the whole thing, plastered, painted and it really looks like a completely different home)
"Yes"(I love love love my carpet!!!!)
The kitchen was the most scary of them all. Small, sort of a gallery thing and all of the appliances were all there. Dusty, old and scaring me half to death.
"New Kitchen?"(See if you ever get me to cook on those...)
And so there it was... I wont even mention the bathrooms. The one plus (besides the fact we were getting a house that was going to be fixed up) was the fireplace (nope.. not even used it yet... something about a fire hazard?) As we walked around and as the renovations took place I noticed mouse poo everywhere but thought of course there were bound to have been mice here. I'm in the middle of nowhere and this has been unoccupied for EVER. I also asked if we could bug bomb the thing.. cause eeeck, spiders! He initially told me we could probably do it, but it didn't get done and we spent the first 3 months setting traps and finding the eight legged daemons everywhere. Luckily, I don't think I ever got bit.
We also got new windows, siding, a completely new kitchen, and roof. But.. that isnt even the reason I am posting.
One night, after we had lived here for about 2 months, we were sitting quietly on the couches. I was doing homework and Jaren was reading when out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw something by the fireplace. I look up and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! A mouse!!!! I screamed, it scadoodled, Jaren lost 2 years off his life and we both jumped up and ran over to try and catch it.
Now... you see, I'm not afraid of mice. Not at all. I'd rather they not bite me, but my fear of spiders is on a much more epic level. We couldn't catch the darn thing and it found a small hole in the bottom corner of our wall of cabinets (I guess you could call it our pantry). So Jaren stuffed the hole with some stuff so it wouldn't get out so we could get traps the next day.
We purchased many traps over the next 4 months and caught tons and tons of mice. I couldn't believe it. I was so grossed and bothered that there were so many. I counted. 25. TWENTY FIVE WHOLE MOUSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We used all sorts of traps: snap traps, sticky traps, catch all traps, and our own creations. The only thing that didn't catch any mice was the catch-all. It's a small metal box that has a hole for a mouse to crawl in and then it will continue through the mechanisms and then it's trapped!
I thought I'd be clever and put peanut butter in there to lure the unsuspecting victims to their demise. No such luck. Well, the mice stopped being caught and we eventually cleaned the house of the infestation.
Same thing, but watching TV with my friend Jessica, and Jaren was reading on the couch. He put his recliner down and his eyes got real big and he sat still and was staring at my blanket(I'm always wrapped in a blanket). "Where?! Where is the SPIDER! Do you see a spider?!?!!?!" (as I'm trying not to jump up and run for my life).
"I think..... I think I saw..... THERE IT IS!!!" A mouse runs over to the fire place from the couch and runs strait for the pantry.
"GET IT!!! Before it goes in the hole!!" Nope... it went in.
Were pretty sure it came in when Jessica was coming in. Drawn by the light from our house and it was cold outside so it would have been all warm and toasty. You know, seemingly welcoming. Jaren said he'd get a trap the next day.
Forgot about the trap. Forgot about the mouse.
I was walking by our back door and looked out onto the deck and there was the silver catch all trap out side the door.
"Jaren.... why is the trap outside?"
"Well, I woke up this morning and heard this, clickity clickity clickty.... So I opened the closet and peeked in the catch all and there he was."
HAHAHAHAHA, I couldn't stop laughing. So funny that the mouse randomly found the trap in the closet with the crusted over peanut butter from over a year ago and went in. The trap that couldn't..... finally did. Jaren is going to release him out far far away in a field. He's just a little guy.......