My baby just put a dead shrew in her mouth

[BaylisAndHardon]

Posting in AIBU for traffic, and to ask for a hand hold while I get over this horror.

We live in an old victorian house (with many mouse holes) in the country and have a cat to manage the rodent populus, but he also sometimes brings things in . I always check the floor of the snug for anything and disinfect/scrub if he has before putting her down to play.

But this time he put it under a toy in her play pen and I didn't see it and she picked it up and put it in her mouth before I could lauch myself at her to get it out. I am horrified.

Messages of support please. Also accounts of children who have survived to adulthood after putting disgusting things in their mouths. Tell me your worst. I need to hear it.

My niece did the same thing as a toddler with a dead mouse the cat had brought in. My sister spent hours on the phone to NHS direct who advised to just keep an eye on her and be sure to call back if she seemed to have any symptoms. Neice suffered no ill effects, though my sister was mortified.

@MsF1t

I hesitate to share this, but... there was an episode which we refer to in this house as The Attack of The Dread Pirate Poo Beard.

Three words: bare bottom time.

I have never felt so ill.

I think this beats dead shrew?

My ds used to collect snails in the garden and lick the smiley bit! I used to scream and grab them off him and he’d laugh uncontrollably! Oh those were the days x

Ewww!

Forget the jug of wine, just get DH to pour it in via a funnel.

If it's any consolation, when I was about 18 months, my mum turned away from me for about 5 seconds in the garden, turned back to see me apparently with chocolate smeared round my mouth. Reader, it was not chocolate!

When my oldest DD was a baby, we went into the room in the morning, she had removed her nnappy and was happily muching on the solid contents thereof, no adverse effects, (she is now 50!!)

DS ate duck shit (a semi-dried puck of greenish-black stuff) when he was about 9-10 months old.
We kept ducks at the time and he was sitting happily on a rug in the garden, grabbed it off the grass and snarfed it down.
We only noticed when we saw the contents colour of his mouth and the bits of grass on his face.
Up to then we had been absolutely scrupulous about hygiene but after that we just shrugged. What the hell, he'll be fine, he ate duck shit and seemed ok.....

I was reading this thinking “ds has never eaten engaging especially weird” when he pipes up “look at the cats ears mum” then proceeded to stick his finger in the cats ear then INSPECTED HIS FINGER AND LICKED IT!!! He’s 9! Very glad to have been able to join in tho, and amazingly the cat gave not one fuck.

My DS was crawling round my sister's house, when I wondered why he had Weetabix round his mouth. A bit of detective work and I realised it was wet cat litter. He was fine, he's now 10.

Passes the Cabernet-Shrewvingnan, saves the Mole-bec for another occasion.

My son ate his own 💩 poo 🤷🏽‍♀️

When the oven was turned off in the evening I was boiling the kettle so had my back to my daughter, she put a can of febreeze in the oven, the next day I heard crackling from the oven when I had turned it on and put a pizza in, I hadn't even seen it! And she put a pebble up her nose.

My son took a poo out of his sister's potty and ate it. He was 3. He is now 24 so he survived but gets teased about it to this day

I once found DD with a dead mole on her trampoline. She said it was very soft and sweet and she wanted to keep it as a pet.

When I explained it was dead we had to have a funeral and sing All Things Bright and Beautiful.

DS ate cat food and several day old Chinese takeaway plate scrapings that were in an (open) bin bag by the door to go out.

He’s fine, now 26, and isn’t fussy at all over food, will eat anything!

OP that is revolting but also quite funny.

My parents caught me eating wild rabbit poos as a toddler. I'm fine (I think).

Baby DD used to love eating soil from pot plants and drinking olive oil. She was a fantastic climber too so it didn't matter if we put things up high; if we didn't watch her at all times then she'd build a precarious tower to reach her next snack. She toddler up to me once, pointed at her mouth and said, 'Tasty, dat insect' like a particularly yucky Yoda

I'm sure it's good for her immune system?

Bleuuuuuch. Still, children do eat disgusting things and survive. I dared my younger sister to eat cat food (dry kibbles) when she was younger, and she did.

My childhood friend was (in)famous in our family circle for eating 3 dead flies when she was 2yo. Grew up healthy, mum of 2 now :)

DC will be fine. Honest. Even if it were maggoty, she'd be fine. If she'd swallowed any she'd have thrown up. Our mouths are amongst the dirtiest on earth. The shrew was probably cleaner.

Seriously though, she will be fine. I once called the local hospital because my teenager fell in the local canal ( now that WAS filthy) and wondered if I should bring her in for a stomach pump. They told me to behave myself and that she'd be fine....oh the days when they didn't treat you like a fragile snowflake, lol!

ds1 and a chum were found in a friend's kitchen sharing the cat biscuits, their cat was horrified....they'd have been just about toddling.

also ds1 aged about 3 came in with something furry all cosied up under his chin, it was until a few minutes had gone by that i recalled he had gone out from the kitchen empty handed....and found a lovely fat DEAD rat to love, that was a gift from one of my cats.

dd drank the dogs water.

ds2 ate a worm.

they are all hale and hearty grown ups now.

Living these answers by the way. Some beauts!

DD used to chew shoes.
At 14 she is a goth and a gobby cow but I doubt that's to do with shoe chewing.

Love it.

The story. Not cats ear wax ......

I feel your fear. My sons have autism. My youngest has all sorts of sensory issues and barely eats any real food.
However on a trip to London he absolutely loved the sensations on the tube and was forever throwing himself to the floor on the concertina bit between carriages trying to lick them, licked every holding pole he could get his tongue on and did the same with every escalator handrail (we live rurally and there are none where we live). “Don’t lick the London Underground” was my most said phrase of the holiday. He’s still alive and looking forward to a return visit - tongue at the ready

Sadly there doesn't seem to be an emoji for 'laughs uncontrollably' but the should be.