I'm a mess: sore throat, chills alternating with sweats (but I don't think an actual fever), iffy stomach and exhaustion.
Despite this, I've cleaned (and, thanks to mice, disinfected to the nth degree) and organized most of my kitchen over the past couple of days. Before I got sick, Randy and I bought some new containers to securely store anything a mouse might find tempting. Containers must have lids; I've learned that no matter how tall something is, mice can get into them. I've developed an image of a paratrooper mouse with old-fashioned goggles, leather helmet and jacket replete with white silk scarf deftly guiding his shoot into the target, a big mousy smile on his face as he lands behind enemy lines.
The mice have won many battles, but I'm determined to win the war. They can just take their parachuting furry backsides to my neighbor's house instead.
Despite this, I've cleaned (and, thanks to mice, disinfected to the nth degree) and organized most of my kitchen over the past couple of days. Before I got sick, Randy and I bought some new containers to securely store anything a mouse might find tempting. Containers must have lids; I've learned that no matter how tall something is, mice can get into them. I've developed an image of a paratrooper mouse with old-fashioned goggles, leather helmet and jacket replete with white silk scarf deftly guiding his shoot into the target, a big mousy smile on his face as he lands behind enemy lines.
The mice have won many battles, but I'm determined to win the war. They can just take their parachuting furry backsides to my neighbor's house instead.
I doubt it, but a gal's gotta have her dreams.
The thing of it is, I didn't realize we still had the problem we do. It's only very rarely that I've heard a mouse in the walls in the past several months; in the past they've been loud and active.
I must encourage them once again to pack their suitcases and steamer trunks, and get them to hightail- *G* - it out of here!
Dear "Gem" who sleeps soundly, insisted I was hearing something else...I proved it to him over a year ago, but when he repaired the opening to seal it, poor guy left a tiny hole and those racoons can squeeze through the SMALLEST of holes. So, it felt like I was going crazy during all the year ensuing when THUNK THUNK THUNK could be heard. I proved it to him that the raccoons were still here by taking a broom handle and hitting our ceiling so he could hear the babies skitter across. All along, he had insisted I was "hearing branches" or something else. He feels awful he didn't believe me for this past year. (The pregnant ones are so heavy, I'd awaken and think someone had landed on our roof.) Not going to speak of the house damage other than it seems to be minimal.
We had friends in another state who needed professional help for ridding of the mice. Good luck with your war. Feel better soon!