We had a confirmed mouse sighting yesterday morning. Actually several sightings of the same mouse. Abby, Isaac and I were sitting on the recliner reading "The Christmas Day Kitten" by James Herriot. When all of the sudden I wished I had a kitten.
A rather large, fat mouse snuck out from under the sofa. He moved about a foot. Then he darted back under the sofa. Then he peaked his nose out. Back in. Head out. Back in. Nose out. Back in.
I had Abby fetch the still sick Paul from bed. He sat with a plastic container and a shoe. The mouse kept repeating the feat of sneaking out a few inches and then hiding again.
We tried blocking off the exit to the the living room and moving the sofa. No dice.
We haven't seen little Mickey since then. But we did call terminix. And Rusty came out to day. He put to poison traps out. Plus he left me a huge stack of sticky traps.
I hate mice.
Plus it brings back memories of a year ago. But at least I'm not nine months pregnant this time.
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On other notes. I really am loving being a mommy. We have been having a blast getting ready for Christmas. It is so neat to see the wonder and amazement that children have.
It's sad really that so much of that wonder often is wasted on Santa.
My kiddoes know about Santa. But they know he is pretend. That frees us to focus on the baby in the manger. And on showing love to one another.
God is so good.
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1. You do need a kitten. Everyone does. We have two former kittens and they are awesome! But isn't Paul allergic?
2. We had a mouse too. The cats were not helpful because of the mouse's location. We bought the humane "no kill" mouse trap, but then David immediately negated its purpose by pouring poison pellets in it. Long story short(er)... David found the mouse still alive in the trap and felt terrible about poisoning it, so he took it down by the river and let it loose. We pretend that he somehow miraculously didn't suffer complete organ failure and happily went back home to his mouse wife and mouse kids.
3. Kudos on the no Santa. He's so lame in comparison to the real thing.
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