How "brave" is your OH?

[Areyouhavingalaugh]

My DH has form for this one.
Currently on holiday in a rented cottage where bathroom is downstairs.

Him: Umm... can you come and have a look at this?
Me: What...?
Him: Umm... I think there's a mouse in the bathroom... either that or it's a big moth
Me: Well which is it? You know I don't do live mice...
Him: Not sure. So can you come and look?
(10yo DD appears from upstairs)
DD (ashen): What mouse?
Me: Dad thinks there's a mouse in the bathroom. Where exactly did you see it?
DH: Behind the bag of loo rolls.
Cue me, as per bloody usual, moving things and a small, brown furry torpedo shooting out of the bathroom and under the fridge.
DD: I don't like mice
Me: Go upstairs and close your door.
DD Off like a shot.
After much furniture shifting, broom rattling and torch waving about plus dog going demented, we finally decide that it's gone out of the door. Only time will tell, tomorrow morning could be interesting...

The last twice this happened we were at home and had our now sadly deceased cat. He caught them, played with them a little and then had presumably flattened them given the state they were in. He was found lying very proudly next to two rigor mortis mice by screaming DH . Guess who had the joy of removing the corpses...

My hero...

In our house the rules are -

1. I don't deal with anything with more than 4 legs.

1. If it's alive and has 4 legs or less, I deal with it.

1. If it's deal, BF deals with it.

Some hilarious posts - love the one about being better with scrabbly things because “you’ve had guinea pigs”

We have 3 cats so regular wildlife brought in. DH is chief remover of all species. He is very “brave” because he’ll pick things up with his bare hands. One time he took a mouse out to the bottom of the garden which was still alive but stunned. I came down once the coast was clear to see him crouching at the bottom of the garden. He said he was giving the mouse a few cubes of Edam cheese “to give it a fighting chance.”

I have called him out of business meetings to remove toads from behind radiators. The worst was a dead squirrel lying across the kitchen floor (once they’re dead you realise they are basically rats with tails). It had rigor mortis and DH buried it.

Another time I returned home to an avalanche of feathers and a demented pigeon flapping around the hall in chaos. I called DH to come home from work and went to Starbucks . The pigeon survived. He has rescued loads of birds.

Once in Turkey when our 3 kids were little we were chased by a pack of wild dogs and it was actually terrifying. DH lifted us all into a sea wall before him and got bitten by a dog quite badly. It really got its teeth into his leg and he had to go to hospital. On the same “holiday” we were stoned out of a village because we wouldn’t give them any more money and DH punched the main threatening man causing the test of them to back off. We were glad to get home to be honest.

He has also chased two burglars out the house who were breaking in for car keys probably, but he didn’t catch them. Once three “youths” threw a wine bottle through our living room window! I was sitting on the floor playing with our six week old baby. It was heavy snow and DH caught one of them who slipped in the street and got him in a face down arm-lock in the snow. There have been other events too - it’s all coming back to me...

Chased an intruder out of our house, can't deal with spiders.

DH doesn't seem to be afraid of ANYTHING ... except the deep ocean.

Seriously i've never seen him nervous about anything at all except when we went diving. I was off like a rocket and he stayed in the shallows.

Finally!

I am a total wuss. Dh deals with anything flying, moving, scuttling or yucky. I actually woke him up the other night as there was a moth. He’s also quick as a cat to catch anything and stands up for me should someone upset me. He is totally my hero!

DH will deal with any critter but I'm usually ok doing that too. He's good at being assertive without being goady when dealing with difficult people. He once climbed over a roof 4 storeys up to rescue 3 year old ds who'd got stuck in a toilet when the door got stuck. The only way to get to him was through the dormer window. I go cold just thinking about it.