OT: What happened to me this evening
Kim Brown
are like blocks of ice and I can't get warm, no matter what I put on!
This afternoon, I was slicing some partially frozen steak for a stir fry
(it slices thinner and easier when it's chilled). I moved to push the
fridge door shut and I trod upon a live mousetrap which had been lurking
beside the fridge for a week.
Snap!!! Right across the top of my big toe! It was a rather blue moment
as I bellowed every filthy word I could think of! (Like 'poo' and
'bottom' and 'vomit' - you know: really *rude* words!) It hurt my poor,
cold toe in spite of its having a shoe on and all!
Yes, we've had a mouse: DH spotted him running under the bookcase last
week. The traps we set have been annoyingly the sort that won't go off,
even if a hippo does a tap dance on them. Hence, the mouse and/or his
friends has been eating the bait off the traps and nuttin' has been
happenin'!
Having tripped the trap in the kitchen, I thought 'I'll see if I can't
set this one a little more sensitively so it will definitely go off next
time the sneaky mouse comes to nibble'. I put the steak back in the
fridge and got to work, gingerly setting the mousetrap with my stiff,
cold fingers.
Snap!! Right across the first joints of three fingers! I just stood
there and looked stupidly at my purpling hand thinking 'How odd! I can't
*feel* anything!' I ran the hot tap and stuck my fingers under the
water. YOWWWWWW! I could feel it then! It hurt so much the tears spurted
from my eyes and I thought for sure I was going to throw up immediately!
Geez, I don't think *anything* has ever hurt that bad! The kids were
most concerned and came to offer comfort. I couldn't even speak to them,
it hurt so bad! As the feeling came back into my fingers with the warm
water, I could feel the blood throbbing in my fingertips, but no
sensation of touching anything! And now, here it is about six hours
later and I still can't feel much in my poor, assaulted fingertips!
Isn't that the biggest bummer!? DH came home from Uni and wondered why
I'd been crying! Good Lord! When I waved my purple fingers at him he
said 'Oh, I bet that hurts, hon! Never mind! Is tea on?' I was just
about ready to feed him sliced mouse!
I'm going off to have a nice hot shower and plot some revenge on my
insensitive DH!
I just wanted to vent, y'know?
--
Trish {|:OI}
Newcastle, NSW, Australia
Ben
sit and stitch with you foot elevated.
Now the all important question, 'can you still stitch?'
Hope you havent damaged yourself too badly.
Yve
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rrecovery so that you can still stitch, tippical husband though after seeing
you have hurt yourself still expecting tea,
mines the same.
bye for now
margret (Teta)
Kim Brown <kim....@studentmail.newcastle.edu.au> wrote in message
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Lisa K.
You may apply them to toe also, if you wish. :-P
Chuckling and wincing at the same time:
Lisa
To email, llose the llama
shmily
Oh, poor Trish!
{{{{hug}}}
Hope your fingers and toe feel better!
Indigo Rose
was home on leave and his wife and her sister were all at the house watching
something on the telly, there were bodys all over the living room floor. I
decided to go to the kitchen for another cup of coffee. As I was stepping
over one of them, I thought to myself, "I should say something" but nooooo,
just as I stepped over the kid it raised it's foot and down I went. I don't
bounce as good as I did 20 years ago! The worst part was the cup I was
carring launched covering me with cold coffee, bounced off the wall and hit
me in the head. And then broke on the floor. The bump on my head is still
sore! and dangit, that was my favorite cup! bummer.
Catherine
MSiciliana
You wrote:
>The traps we set have been annoyingly the sort that won't go off,
>even if a hippo does a tap dance on them. Hence, the mouse and/or his
>friends has been eating the bait off the traps and nuttin' has been
>happenin'!
Here's a little tip from a long-time mouse trapper. Tie a little piece of raw
bacon to the trap with thread. Then the mouse and/or his friends will be
unable to steal the bait. However, if they set the trap off and don't get
caught, they probably won't want to go after bacon again. Dried up cooked
mozzarella cheese from the top of a leftover pizza is also good bait. They
also like peanut butter, but you have to wrap that in cheesecloth. Otherwise,
they can lick it right off the trap! :-P
Sewing my wild orts,
Maria Maddox
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"Kim Brown" <kim....@studentmail.newcastle.edu.au> wrote in message
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> It's extremely cold here today! I dunno the temperature, but my
hands
> are like blocks of ice and I can't get warm, no matter what I put
on!
>
> This afternoon, I was slicing some partially frozen steak for a stir
fry
> (it slices thinner and easier when it's chilled). I moved to push
the
> fridge door shut and I trod upon a live mousetrap which had been
lurking
> beside the fridge for a week.
>
> Snap!!! Right across the top of my big toe! It was a rather blue
moment
> as I bellowed every filthy word I could think of! (Like 'poo' and
> 'bottom' and 'vomit' - you know: really *rude* words!) It hurt my
poor,
> cold toe in spite of its having a shoe on and all!
>
> Yes, we've had a mouse: DH spotted him running under the bookcase
last
> week. The traps we set have been annoyingly the sort that won't go
off,
> even if a hippo does a tap dance on them. Hence, the mouse and/or
his
> friends has been eating the bait off the traps and nuttin' has been
> happenin'!
>
Elle Sheldrick
poor fingers, while I sit with my chemical burn that I can feel all too well
on my fingers. Perhaps a trap left in the underwear drawer for those one of
those bleary eyed mornings would cure him!
Elle
Kim Brown
>
> Ouchhhhie! I'll be thinking of you on the other side of the world with your
> poor fingers, while I sit with my chemical burn that I can feel all too well
> on my fingers. Perhaps a trap left in the underwear drawer for those one of
> those bleary eyed mornings would cure him!
>
> Elle
Oh Elle! That goes closer to home than you might think!
Once, I turfed a bloke's room (when I was in College): 'turfing' is
playing a practical joke, usually harmless, but not always...
Anyway, the turf I did was to unscrew every screw, nut and bolt in his
room, beginning with the door. I didn't *remove* the screws, just
unscrewed them all. Poor Ben came home from the Bachelors' and
Spinsters' Ball pretty much the worse for wear. He put his hand on his
door knob... and the door fell off in his hand! He sat heavily on his
bed... and the bed plummetted to the floor! He went to sit instead on
his chair and ... well, you get the picture! Ben was a very sad, drunk
boy! And, of course, he guessed immediately who had turfed him so
cleverly!
I, in my turn, got the backlash. Ben sneaked into my room one day while
I was at class with *forty three* mousetraps! He set them all over the
place! The obvious ones were easy (should I say 'a snap'?) to defuse
with a ruler. However, the really nasty ones were those in the far
reaches of my undies drawer or the one in the bottom of the fridge. I
kept finding them for ages after I thought I'd removed the last one! It
was quite nerve-wracking, I can tell you! I don't think any of the traps
actually caught me, but the sound of them going off was one I'll never
forget: it quite puts my teeth on edge.
The follow-up to Ben's turf was when my friend, Jeanette and I spent a
lovely morning in his room, stitching up all the orifices in his
clothing *with blanket stitches*! Every arm or leg hole, every neck
opening, every sock, pocket and hem was stitched closely and irrevocably
*up*! Ben rushed home from town to get ready to play footy and found his
entire uniform in a stitched-up condition! He was Very Dark about all
this and had to come and beg for my scissors before the footy game.
Heehee! I forget what he did in return... you sort of lose track after a
while...
--
Trish {|:OI}
Newcastle, NSW, Australia
PS. One of my better turfs was the time we filled up a friend's room
with styrofoam beads from the floor to the ceiling! We did it through
the transom over the door. When Robert came home, he opened his door and
the styrofoam came pouring out on top of him! Now, *that* was priceless!
PPS. Another one was when we used a bed spring to winch Alex' door
*open*. Then, we forcibly shut it (took four strong men, and the lock
only *just* held it!). When Alex came home, he inserted his key, turned
it as usual... and his door *slammed* open with great alacrity and a
loud report. Alex *fainted*!!! Yeah, that was another good one!
PPPS. Or the time my beastly friend, Robbie, put a defunct Black Snake
in my bed!
PPPPS. Or the time my friend, Judith, put a pound of marmalade in my
bed!
PPPPPS. Or the time *I* put *two* pounds of flour over Judith's doorway!
PPPPPPS. Or the time our entire College conspired to remove every stick
of furniture from the College President's room and rebuild it faithfully
and accurately, smakk in the middle of the Consett-Davis Playing Field!
Poor Robbo! It took him *ages* to find his room. It rained in the
meantime...
Tobie & Herb
Sorry to hear of your mishaps, but so glad you've kept your sense of humor
through it all!
Tobie
P.S. Hope your hand and foot digits are feeling better by now.
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Indigo Rose
My DH got even with a prankster in college. When the winter holidays
started (after that person had departed for home) the remaining 'chums'
placed a fresh quart of milk on top of his steam radiator in his room. Two
weeks later the smell was intense to say the least!
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Lady Jylythe
a lady in the choir who is nice enough to host flashlight Easter egg hunts each
year. As this is my first year in the choir, I've learned a few things. One
of which is that her friends (also in the choir) would take empty plastic eggs
(after the kids have eaten all the candy) and hide them throughout her house.
They did this to her last Easter, and she has spent the whole year still
finding eggs. They've hidden them in places like under her pillow, various
places in the bathroom, in her permanent Christmas tree(she seriously keeps
this one up all year), in her shoes..etc. We did it again this Easter, and she
was able to find most of them within the week. Even when we went on a camping
trip the week after Easter, she found an egg in her fanny pack... :-) She
takes it all in fun and thinks it's great.
I also learned that you don't leave your camera or Daytimer organizer around
where one of the guitarists can get to it...she'll shoot random pictures (the
trash can, the refrigerator, the inside of the refrigerator) and add odd
appointments in your organizer. I think everyone else has a plan for getting
back at her...
Trish said:
<snip>
>I, in my turn, got the backlash. Ben sneaked into my room one day while
>I was at class with *forty three* mousetraps! He set them all over the
>place! The obvious ones were easy (should I say 'a snap'?) to defuse
>with a ruler. However, the really nasty ones were those in the far
>reaches of my undies drawer or the one in the bottom of the fridge. I
>kept finding them for ages after I thought I'd removed the last one! It
>was quite nerve-wracking, I can tell you! I don't think any of the traps
>actually caught me, but the sound of them going off was one I'll never
>forget: it quite puts my teeth on edge.
<snip>
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"Floating beneath the sweet music of the dream garden symphony, winter came
like a delicate diamond of death in a bitter moment."
Karen C - California
My BF and I were none too fond of his roommate, and played endless tricks on
him. BF noted that the bath oil beads he'd bought for Mother's Day looked a
lot like the Vitamin E the creep took to increase his potency with women. Not
only did the bath oil beads end up in the pill bottle, but BF suggested that if
one or two were good, several would really make him a raging tiger with the
ladies. He spent several evenings in the bathroom with raging something
else......
Then one day I climbed a tree into their room while they were at dinner and
wreaked all manner of electronic havoc. My favorite being changing the station
on his clock radio from classical to heavy metal, then disconnecting the
selector knob, re-setting the thing to go off at full volume at 3 AM, and then
disconnecting the off switch. (Much easier in the days when clock radios were
more mechanical than electronic/computer chip.) BF being a mechanical type was
the prime suspect, except that they'd been together the whole time.
Eventually, I confessed, and he refused to believe me because "no girl could do
stuff like that." Well, then, I suppose I was also innocent of the prank where
he sat down at the college radio station, pushed the button for the left
turntable and the RIGHT tape machine started running, turned the microphone on
by pushing the switch to the OFF position, and eventually turned off the lights
by trying to turn off the power to the turntables. (For reasons of time, there
were several of us involved in that complete re-do of the apparatus, but by the
time our victim arrived, I was the only one in evidence, knowing that he would
not suspect a mere female of being able to re-wire the entire studio. I was
also the only one who could keep straight what switch was currently operating
what in order to insist to him that it had worked just fine during my shift
and, with some sleight of hand, demonstrating that there must be something
wrong with him, because I could make the left turntable run just fine.)
But we never thought of the simple things like unscrewing everything
...........
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>
> Oh, Trish, you and I would have been quite the pair in college!
<snipped stories of inspired wickedness>
> But we never thought of the simple things like unscrewing everything
Karen, d'you know anyone who rides a motorcycle?
A good one is to chock up the back wheel on blocks and wait for them to
hop on and gun the throttle... and go - precisely nowhere!
A nasty trick to play on a smoker is to remove the end inch or so of the
tobacco from the cigarette with fine forceps. Insert a few slivers of
toenail (use a piece of their own, if you feel squeamish and can get it)
and then replace the tobacco. The smoke tastes fine until the toenail
begins to burn. Whew! It's bad! I've had this done to me and it's pretty
awful!
Another cute one is to insert a match, head outward, into the end of the
cigarette. The person lights up and gets a pyrotechnic all their own.
Now, I *know* this could be dangerous with the risk of inhaling
phosphorus, but when it was done to me I did laugh... in the end...
The Ugly Sister's friend used to write little love letters to her DH and
put them in his lunch. No, not in his lunchbox, in his *sandwich*! Poor
Neville would bite right into his sanger with gusto and then spit out
his love letter forthwith! She also used to substitute a sheet of
(uncooked) lasagne for cheese slices. Isn't that dreadful?
Karen C - California
>A nasty trick to play on a smoker is to remove the end inch or so of the
>tobacco from the cigarette with fine forceps. Insert a few slivers of
>toenail (use a piece of their own, if you feel squeamish and can get it)
>and then replace the tobacco. The smoke tastes fine until the toenail
>begins to burn. Whew! It's bad! I've had this done to me and it's pretty
>awful!
Ooooh, Trish! I think I'm going to get hold of Sweetie's cigarettes and see if
that makes him quit right quick!
Stark
Well.... I don't smoke, but I think I am still glad you two leprechauns aren't too
close to me........
Denise
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Kathy Hoover
kim....@studentmail.newcastle.edu.au says...
> Elle Sheldrick wrote:
> >
> > Ouchhhhie! I'll be thinking of you on the other side of the world with your
> > poor fingers, while I sit with my chemical burn that I can feel all too well
> > on my fingers. Perhaps a trap left in the underwear drawer for those one of
> > those bleary eyed mornings would cure him!
> >
> > Elle
>
> Oh Elle! That goes closer to home than you might think!
>
> Once, I turfed a bloke's room (when I was in College): 'turfing' is
> playing a practical joke, usually harmless, but not always...
>
> Anyway, the turf I did was to unscrew every screw, nut and bolt in his
> room, beginning with the door. I didn't *remove* the screws, just
> unscrewed them all. Poor Ben came home from the Bachelors' and
> Spinsters' Ball pretty much the worse for wear. He put his hand on his
> door knob... and the door fell off in his hand! He sat heavily on his
> bed... and the bed plummetted to the floor! He went to sit instead on
> his chair and ... well, you get the picture! Ben was a very sad, drunk
> boy! And, of course, he guessed immediately who had turfed him so
> cleverly!
>
> I was at class with *forty three* mousetraps! He set them all over the
> place! The obvious ones were easy (should I say 'a snap'?) to defuse
> with a ruler. However, the really nasty ones were those in the far
> reaches of my undies drawer or the one in the bottom of the fridge. I
> kept finding them for ages after I thought I'd removed the last one! It
> was quite nerve-wracking, I can tell you! I don't think any of the traps
> actually caught me, but the sound of them going off was one I'll never
> forget: it quite puts my teeth on edge.
>
> lovely morning in his room, stitching up all the orifices in his
> clothing *with blanket stitches*! Every arm or leg hole, every neck
> opening, every sock, pocket and hem was stitched closely and irrevocably
> *up*! Ben rushed home from town to get ready to play footy and found his
> entire uniform in a stitched-up condition! He was Very Dark about all
> this and had to come and beg for my scissors before the footy game.
> Heehee! I forget what he did in return... you sort of lose track after a
> while...
>
>
That was a laugher, and the follow-ups too! College students can be
such a riot! The great legend at my univ. was the car that was taken
apart and reassembled inside the owner's dorm room. Of course the one
DH likes to tell is the one his freshman roomies tried to play on him...
it seems they nailed his closet door shut while he was off at class
or somewhere. Then his sister came to visit, and before he discovered
the immovable door, she asked for a Pepsi (which were in the closet, of
course!). In total innocence, DH directed her to the closet, while
roomies snickered....she reached for the doorknob, it turned but the
door would not budge....hearing snickers from the roomies, she (thinking
that they were laughing at her 'weak' condition) pulled harder still,
with no effect. Now let it be known my SIL is no weak kitten, and was
on the swim team at the time, so she began to wonder just what was
up, what with the background noise and all (meanwhile DH was somewhat
clueless himself!), so she gave it one more good heave-ho and yanked
that door open, nails and all! The roomies were suitably impressed,
and avoided her from then on, not wanting to get her mad, seeing as
she was so much stronger than they.....
Thanks for the laugh again Trish!
Kathy
Wendy Wilson
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> I also learned that you don't leave your camera or Daytimer organizer
around
> where one of the guitarists can get to it...she'll shoot random pictures
(the
> trash can, the refrigerator, the inside of the refrigerator) and add odd
> appointments in your organizer. I think everyone else has a plan for
getting
> back at her...
>
Oh boy, this reminds me of the annual bus trip I used to take to the
Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown. Not so much a bus trip as an adult
beverage drink-fest, really. You learned to hang on to your camera,
particularly in the local watering holes. If someone got hold of it, they'd
take shots of everybody in the place. One guy got his pictures back one
year and didn't recognize a soul in them. The rest of the gang spent months
convincing him that he'd taken the pictures himself but that he was just too
drunk to remember. I'm not sure he ever bought that story.
Too bad they don't run the trip anymore - it was such fun, great bunch of
people, pretty part of New York State and I always loved touring the Hall of
Fame - even after the 10th trip. Thanks to whoever starting the pranks
thread - this brings back such memories!
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Publications Editor
Discovery Channel (Canada)
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Mays
<kim....@studentmail.newcastle.edu.au> stitched with finest floss on
pure irish linen:
> As the feeling came back into my fingers with the warm
>water, I could feel the blood throbbing in my fingertips, but no
>sensation of touching anything! And now, here it is about six hours
>later and I still can't feel much in my poor, assaulted fingertips!
OUCH! You might want to soak them in cold water for a while to get
the swelling down....
-
Ruth Mays
Cinnaminson, NJ
The trouble with being an adult is that it takes up so
much of my time...
Ells Lund
I've had good luck fastening a kernel of dried corn to the trap with
super glue.
Ells
MSiciliana wrote:
>
> Hi Trish,
>
> You wrote:
> >The traps we set have been annoyingly the sort that won't go off,
> >even if a hippo does a tap dance on them. Hence, the mouse and/or his
> >friends has been eating the bait off the traps and nuttin' has been
> >happenin'!
>
Sally Thompson
We had a terrible time with mice here last winter.... I wasn't having much
luck catching them with the usual wire/wood traps.
I found some traps at Target that are plastic, and the best way to explain
them is that they're kind of like wide clothespins. <G> When you open the
trap, it is balanced extremely well.. any little bump will set it off.
peanut butter worked great on them (they have an area for bait that is
grooved, so the peanut butter isn't just sitting on top)
I think they're just called "A Better Mousetrap".
For what it's worth, we were catching 2-3 mice per day for a few weeks with
these traps, when we couldn't get more than about 1-2 a week with the wood
ones.
We caught all but the last 2-3 mice (it still sounded like they were bowling
up in my attic here at the shop)... so I brought kitty in from home. Kitty
still lives here at the shop and now the micies aren't interested in moving
in anymore <G>.
Check out those the next time you get into a Target.
Sally
Deb Wise
hotel around. They loved my dogs dry food as well as the Tater Tots that were in
the dog's dish on occasion. The mice told us what to bait the traps with. We don't
have any more mice.
Deb Wise