I
saw it Friday morning. I didn’t see it Thursday. I had used the iron Thursday,
and I didn’t see it. I think I would have.
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| Nellie and Bess -- no mousers they! |
It
was on the ironing board. I walked into the sewing room and saw it immediately.
I don’t believe for a minute that I overlooked it Thursday. It happened overnight.
No-o-o-o!
Mouse sign!
I
carried the evidence in the palm of my hand to show my husband as he sat with
the morning paper.
“This
looks like mouse sign to me,” I said woodenly.
He
agreed and advised me to set a trap in my room.
I’ve
been a little nervous about mouse infiltration lately. They’ve been quiet those
mice – too quiet. Don’t you believe for a minute that there’s a truce in the
great rodent war or that their numbers have decreased, The problem is that I’ve
been lulled into complacency. I saw Bess lunge toward the sofa the other night,
but she quickly lost interest. And I heard a small “nibbling” sound as I sat in
quietude one morning. But oh! The possibility was too horrid to contemplate,
and I just let it go.
But
now my work has just begun. I will have to clean out the closet in my sewing
room where half a dozen unfinished yarn projects languish on the floor. Oh well
-- I have to clean it out anyway since I expect to install a new closet
organization system there soon.
“We’ve
caught them handily with traps before,” Mike replied, a little impatiently, I
thought -- as if this were just nothing, just a little blip on the road of life.
“Just line the room with traps,” he said. But I feel that at any moment
I might turn around to see a giant mouse behind me, sort of like “Harvey, the
Pookah.” At least the issue looms that large in my thinking.
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| Mike installs new weather station |
So
I set two traps in the sewing room, and this morning I crept in there to check
them. Sure enough! One in a trap.
This
morning I opened the linen closet in the master bath to remove fresh sheets,
and I saw it immediately. I don’t think it was there yesterday. I know I would
have seen it . . .
I
bought more traps. KW
3 comments:
Darn mice! Did Dad get a new weather station?
Ack!! Mice!! Once again I'm so thankful for Buddy. You are a brave woman to deal with your own traps. I draw the line there. I do supper, he does the icky stuff.
Actually, Chris, with this experience I learned to set the "old-fashioned" mousetrap. It wasn't easy - I got pinched. And I went to the store and bought some of the "modern" plastic ones that are easier to set. I don't know why I felt motivated to be in control. But -- I draw the line at disposal.
Yes, Hallie, we did get a new weather station. You know, your electronics need to be updated every 3-5 years. We liked the new one on the farm so well that we decided to get a new one for town as well. We now have wind and rain measurement, and the display is "awesome," as they say.
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