Thanks for keeping up with our happy little spot of wake boarding facts and now it’s time to share our other passion : stories about bros. We appreciate each and every one of the eyeballs that grace this blog. We know we don’t exactly update as much as we should or even tell the best stories. Still, the outpouring of clicks and comments has made us extra glad to give you today’s story about a stank that wouldn’t quit and the roommates who tried to stop it. Today’s tale is from Greg Yartz and he deserves a plug because he’s an amazing guy when you’re looking for commercial real estate in the Nashville area. Check him out ! Now here come’s the story. Enjoy!
Why is it that Summer has the best and the worst things of any season in the spectrum of them? Summer is obviously awesome because you can get a couple of friends together and drink in the middle of the day pool side with nary a negative word from anyone. The flip side of the coin is that when it’s hot out things have a stronger capacity to stink. No smell is improved by high temperatures except for delicious meals being cooked. What definitely is not an improvement to a situation is a dead, rotting animal which is the focus of today’s story.
We had a mouse. We knew we had a mouse because of the odd nightly noises of skittering and movement in the kitchen. Three guys sharing a small rental home in a college setting leaves a lot of chances to not overhear certain things but this particular vermin was loud enough to catch our attention. Once a mouse is found in a house or at least the existence of a mouse in a house a couple things immediately happen. First, if you’ve got any animal lovers around there will be some kind of conversation about “non lethal” traps.
We had one of those kind of people. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t go around murdering animals be they mice or otherwise, but trying to catch this thing in a trap that didn’t snap shut with deadly speed proved fruitless for 2 months.
At one point we noticed some ketchup packets in a junk drawer had been gnawed through so we attempted to use the drawer itself as a capturing device. One night, roommate Thomas heard the skittering of our mousy adversary and jumped into action. The easy part was knowing the mouse was in the drawer but not so much ripping the drawer out of it’s spot and track. The drawer was indeed ripped out though and your beloved author here slapped a nearby bit of cardboard over the exposed top.
We rushed together to the door and flung the drawer’s contents outside. No mouse, no problem, right? So, so wrong. What we didn’t expect was the mouse would return and tossing him outside was not the answer.
The ” kill traps” were purchased then and brings us to the second thing to consider when trying to trap a mouse : what kind of bait ?
We tried peanut butter, cheese, more ketchup packets, fun size Snickers and finally the white stuff from an Oreo cookie. What worked best? The proof was in the pudding…or in this case whatever the mouse liked best. Peanut butter did the deed apparently because one night there was a furious snap, a squeal and silence.
We had the mouse. Unfortunately no one was around to hear this happening so forgive the fictional license. We didn’t hear the mouse any more so we stopped thinking about the mouse. Fast forward then to many months later.
The smell was everywhere. It seemingly crept into every nostril simultaneously. We ripped the kitchen apart trying to find the source. We cleaned and cleaned until….little mummy mousy at the back of the junk drawer. Surrounded by ketchup packets.