Guess what we have.
I was so sure last week that it wasn’t a problem anymore, but apparently, I was wrong!
I’m sure you’ve already guess.
If you haven’t, let me give you a hint.
Chris found evidence of little rodents inside our house again. Not only were they eating a package of Keebler cookies, they were eating the only ones I really actually wanted. The ones I bought out of nostalgia for my childhood.
Of course! Those beastly little beasties are completely out to get me. They hate me! What did I ever do to them (besides hate them with all of my being!)?
I came home on a beautiful evening from a clothing swap (more on that later) and Chris let me know that we had a mouse.
Me: Really? What was the evidence this time?
Chris: There was a package of cookies eaten.
Me: Oh. (pause) Really?
Chris: I wasn’t going to tell you, but I decided that maybe I should.
Chris: Are you okay?
Chris: I think it’s only one.
Me: Yeah, you think it’s only one. (implying that it doesn’t mean there is only one and there probably isn’t just one)
Chris: Yeah, I know. (completely agreeing with my implication)
Immediately, I was deflated. It doesn’t matter that I had just gotten a huge bag of free clothes at my friends house.
So today, I commenced with my “proven” mouse scare tactics: pounding down the stairs as loudly as I can, yelling, “don’t come out little miceys! We don’t want to see you,” and most definitely wearing shoes. I haven’t donned my mouse dwelling attire yet, but I am not above that!
Organizing basement was emotionally put on hold.
To be continued…..