Mobbed By Mice

If you have ever been mobbed by mice 
You will not easily forget it.
There is a certain smell they have
Their fur is a texture you will never forget
As long as you live

They can put perfume on but it will not help
Disguising mouse smell is like disguising the taste of a jalapeno pepper
It simply cannot be done
It’s not like I have been mobbed by mice
But I have imagined it in my dreams,
And it is not pretty.

Especially if the mice are real, not Mickey and Minnie.
Not Mortimer. Not Disney. 
The kind you find in your garage who sneak around on rafters
Terrorizing you with their ugly tails and their mouse smells.
Once smelled, it cannot be unsmelled.
Mobbed by Mice. In my sleep. Once or twice a year.
Nothing like it. Thank God!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Dietrich Avatar
January 2, 2020 at 9:34 PM
yikes. Horrible, Caren, to encounter them in one's house. One month long ago we kept smelling something so foul and we could NOT figure it out. At last, my daughter cleaned her closet and way in the back behind boxes was a dead mouse. What the heck?? WE still do not know how it got there.
Krutsinger Avatar
January 3, 2020 at 4:57 PM
We had a dead rabbit under a bed once. The smell was unreal.
Foster Avatar
January 2, 2020 at 7:07 PM
Oh my... sounds really terrible. I have a hard time sleeping as it is... so I get it... Well written and I am all too there... ick... Ann
Krutsinger Avatar
January 3, 2020 at 4:57 PM
I hope you did not read this before bed, and if you did I hope you did not hear a small "peep" after you climbed into your bed.
Wolf Avatar
January 2, 2020 at 5:36 PM
Sounds like one of those Summer Horror Flicks, a la 'Revenge of the Russian Carpenter Ants!. Ha, ha! Enjoyed, Caren. Peace, Gershon
Krutsinger Avatar
January 3, 2020 at 4:58 PM
I did not have a choice. Nina gave me ten ideas, and this was one of them.
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