Stevie has written about her ongoing battle with the gray squirrel who has moved in for the winter. Pretty funny stuff. Her tenant pays no rent, and she's pretty flustered about the whole situation. I laughed a lot until today. when I found that I have a visitor in my snack cupboard. How he knew that's where we keep the good stuff, I don't know. He actually climbed up a wire, gnawed a hole in the back of the cupboard (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and comfortably came to visit, chewing into a bag of sunflower kernels, a bag of pretzels, and a box of graham crackers. Lest someone doesn't get the importance, allow me to say it plainly.
I'VE GOT A MOUSE IN MY KITCHEN.
I went into hyper-mode. Snacks were thrown away. I mean, this is actually the highest cupboard in the kitchen. I was vacuuming up droppings. Sanitized the cupboard. The empty cupboard now has one lonely box of decon in it. If we get no activity, we'll seal the hole with steel wool, and patch it. I'll sanitize the thing again. Wait. Watch. Perhaps I may, after a time, bring myself to store snacks in it again.
We are a country home. In the fall, field mice will try to move into the basement. It is their way. I'm not such a baby about it. They were especially aggressive this year, perhaps knowing something that we could not about the coming winter, had actually gnawed a hole in a door going into the basement. We put Decon down, like we always do, and in very short order, found no more evidence of mice. We blocked their entrance, thought we had the problems solved.
I'm pretty matter-of-fact about mice in the basement, but we never had them move upstairs.(why am I hearing the Jefferson's themesong? MOOOOOOOOving on up, to a deeeeee-lux apartment in the skyyyyyyyyyyyyy!) This guy (these guys? oh. Please God, don't let it be more than one...) has moved right in and made himself at home and I am a little frazzled about this. Not nearly so matter-of-fact about this one as I am his well-mannered cousins who wait patiently in the basement for us to begin setting out the poison.
I am ever so sorry that I laughed at you.
I will not do it again.
I solemnly swear.