Noticing a mouse running around my house the other day, I went out to buy traps. I chose the ones that said clean! and mess free! because those seemed like good qualities in mouse traps. Next time, however, I know to go with guaranteed to kill it! and quick! As it was, I set the traps and waited. Then, Sunday morning, I heard a snap.
Except the mouse wasn’t dead. Instead, he was squeaking in pain with his leg caught. I felt pity for the poor thing, listening to its hurt pleas, so I was going to set him free outside. And this could have been the story right here, we all live happily ever after. But, no.
Because as I was about to open the door to freedom, Buzz runs up. “Mousey!”, he exclaims happily, reaching his hand in to give it a friendly pet. Of course, the mouse is rather pissed off and not in the mood.
So the three-legged rodent bit Buzz on the thumb. Poor thing my ass.
It was the teeniest of wounds, but enough to break skin. After applying some antibiotic, I didn’t think too much more of it until I made the decision to Google mouse bites. Rabies! Tetanus! Leptspirosis, whatever that is! Call a doctor! So I did, though of course they’re not open on Sunday. But the nurse called back, amused, and said to go to the ER. Better safe than sorry.
Our first trip to the ER ever and it happened for a mouse bite. It took 4 hours of waiting, 4 bags of potato chips, 3 bottles of soda (for us, not the kids), 2 doctors, many nurses, a lot of crying and whining, and 6 latex glove balloons to walk away with a prescription for an antibiotic. Probably not unlike the antibiotic I already applied at home 4 hours earlier. The doctor also prescribed Tylenol with Codeine for the pain. Of a puncture wound so small you have to strain to see it. To a 5 year old. Totally appropriate.
Though they do help take the edge off a beautiful weekend afternoon spent in the emergency room.