I can't say I have ever given this song much thought. . . until this week. "see how they run" has happened not once, twice, but THREE times across my kitchen floor. One mouse had the nerve to pause, say good morning and run under my fridge. Mary Blake and I had sore throats from screaming at the mouse. I ended up cleaning out, disinfecting, and bug spraying under my kitchen sink. I put the empty clean plastic garbage can back under my sink. Later that night I heard noises under my sink (you are getting the heebie geebies now, aren't you?). I pretty much freaked out, broke out into a sweat, and got Brad to come look. He found a mouse in the empty garbage can trying to get out. He told me it was cute - I don't care to EVER meet a mouse in my house!!!! I refused to look. So, I went to bed thinking our rodent problem was over.
The next morning, I found another one in my empty garbage can. I have now thrown the garbage can away -got Terminex to lay traps. THIS morning there was ANOTHER one in the trap.
Collins is now in charge of checking the traps. I refuse. He wants to keep one as a pet. oh brother .... I am hoping that 3 is all we will have - please.
oh, bless you! but i must say...better to see the mice running than SMELL them! i swear i'm still getting the occasional whiff, even though it's been over 6 months since that nasty critter died inside my walls!
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