A New Addition

WARNING - This post may distress some readers, especially if you are as scared of mice as I am.

I have an irrational fear of mice. I don't like them, can't be near them, and will scream at the sight of a mouse. I am petrified of mice. On my list of fears it goes something happening to my baby, something happening to the husband, and then mice. So a mouse plague is a lovely thing for me. Which is why I have found the end of the drought to be rather distressing, it means that there is now a mouse plague. Ok, so the drought ending was good for the farmers, but really bad for me. It was alright in our household, I hadn't spied a mouse.


Until one lazy sunday when I laid down for a mid-morning nap I layed down and heard our cat running around like an idiot, so got back up. We the husband had put a few traps down (and hidden behind things so I didn't have to look at them), and I couldn't hear the cat meowing, so I figured she had seen a mouse and was chasing it. I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I got up: a mouse had been caught in a trap and she had dragged the trap and mouse to the middle of the lounge room and deposited it in the middle of the rug. I burst into tears and rang the husband (who was out cutting wood at the farm). Apparently he didn't find an already dead mouse a good enough reason to come back into town, so I was left to my own devices. It was lucky that I had clean clothes in hand, and a phone at the back of the house, as I wasn't going back into the lounge room. I rang a friend's husband to see if he could deal with the mouse, but unfortunately he wasn't home. I decided to have my shower, calm down a little and hash out a plan.


Whilst in the shower I decided on a genius plan of getting my bogan neighbour to deal with the mouse. So I got dressed, brushed my hair, and walked next door to ask him to deal with it. Let's just say he was very gracious and least stifled his hysterical laughter until after he had removed the mouse from my house and was walking back to his house.
So just when I am finally feeling safer in the house again, and had calmed down enough to be able to sit on the lounge, another two make an appearance (could have been the same mouse, but I doubt it, one looked fatter). I burst into tears and yelled at it to stay behind the bookcase where it has made a nest. It didn't listen to me, so I grabbed my laptop and phone and drove out to my mums house. 


I rang the husband on the way out, and told him about the mouse. He promised to deal with it when he got home, moving the bookcase and cleaning behind it. He also made the wise move of gooping around the fireplace with No More Gaps where we think the mice were getting in. 


Fingers crossed it works as let's just say that going back to work is looking mighty appealing compared to spending a day screaming at a mouse.
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My first ever trip to centrelink

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Today I made my first ever trip to centrelink. Not bad for someone who is almost 25!

Our centrelink is a brand new building that replaced a building that had no faults. I swear it was just a way to waste my tax payer money *shakes fists at friscal spending*

Now, whilst I have never been to centrelink, I am well awear of its reputation, and the going on's of the organisation. Hell, I even follow a guy who regularly tweets about his centrelink experiences (makes for good reading). So I went today expecting little.

And they were right on target! I go and and stand in the waiting section. Bless the weather, I was the only person waiting (1 point to centrelink). I wait 10 minutes in line (acceptable I suppose, its the same as an average wait time at woolies in my town).

And then it happens. I see a mouse.

Now, before anyone tells me "its just a little mouse, it won't hurt you", I once went to the toilet in the middle of the night and was bitten by a mouse. That is my story and I am sticking to it. Thank the lord I was on the loo, as I almost had an oops. Another time (at the same infested house) I went to the loo and stood on a mouse. So, yes, I am scared of mice to the point where I will run and scream at the sight of a mouse.

And that is just what I did today. I screamed, and ran to the couch in the waiting bay and sat there with my feet under my body.

Let's just say, I am never returning to my local centrelink again. I will happily drive the hour to the next town if I ever need to return to Centrelink. The woman who served me was giggling about it throughout our conversation about grant money. And whilst taking my identity. I swear I am on file as "the girl who screamed like being she was being murdered at the sight of a baby mouse".

And for all the points that centrelink scored, they lost 50 million by not having effective pest management.

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