...The furry little buggers were inside my piano, and were quickly in the process of trying to destroy it. We knew of them immediately, I would open the piano lid and the keys would be soiled with mouse turdlets and dried urine... nasty, huh? Add to the fact that mouse traps were completely sold out of the local grocery - them mices were everywhere that year!
Now... this is true. This is very very true....
One day, before Alissa and her family were able to find any D-Con, Alissa sat down at her piano to play. My young son happened to be in the room as well, playing while getting ready to listen to Mama.
I sat on the bench, I opened the piano lid that covers the keys, same as I have so many times before. Strange sights and sounds startle me - tiny squealing sounds of agony, a furry body writihing 12 inches from my face, more excrement on the keys, a stench, oozy stuff coming from the mouse's butt....
And I SCREAMED BLOODY MURDER~!
In the act of opening the piano lid, I managed to catch a mouse. Oh yes, I really did. The unfortunate creature was nesting on the keys just as I opened the lid, and the force of my effort literally squashed him between the lid and the keys themselves.
My son, unaccustomed to Mama screaming as such, became alarmed. "What? What is it, Mama?"
And yes, poor Alissa had to recover and realize that if she didn't put a lid on it (ba-rum-ching), she'd scare her child next. "It's just a mouse honey, but come on. We're not playing in here today."
And I left the bugger for my husband to dispose of (oh yes I did). Get this... 3 days later? Three days later, I finally have the wherewithal to try to clean and play my piano again. No, we still haven't found D-Con by this point. Yes, my husband had disposed of the corpse I had left behind. And, oh yes, I did it again. I caught the second mouse, the exact same way. "AAAAaaaHHHHhhhh~!!!"
This time, however, I opened the piano lid from standing. And my husband was home. His response? "That was a great scream!"
My response: "Glad you enjoyed it... by the way, you've got another dead mouse in there." And, even to this day, I still get a little uneasy when I slide back the piano lid to reveal the keys.