After finding mouse poop in Taylor’s PJ drawer, a dead mouse in the basement (Thank You inventor of the wonderfully gross and inhumanely effective sticky trap!) and waking up to one chewing and clawing on the other side of our bedroom wall at night, I have officially determined that perhaps the term “squeaky clean” is an oxymoron.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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KARI!!!!!
Oh I would die! Hope you're okay because I would flip. Time to get a couple good mousers.
Yuk. I live that life every spring. Here's what you need: Bar bait, http://www.d-conproducts.com/traps/nvnt.html, and an air purifier or automatic air freshener to get rid of that weird mousy smell.
I guess you all made it home safe and sound. Maybe not so sound once you arrived. . .
Kari,
I really hope you get funtional internet soon, I can use a daily dose of your wit. Mom said she offered kittens---you should have taken her up on the offer.
I agree with Amy -- KARI!!!! Are you ready to move back? Yah, right, since I wrote all about our minus 30 degree temps?! Our basement is yours for the taking if you need a place that does not have four-legged, beadie eyed, furry creatures that squeek or gnaw in the night!
Come back!
Mother T
We lived in Dubois the summer after we got married and at night you could hear little scamperings (like LOTS of little feet) all night long in the ceiling. Then you could hear my cats chase them...the next morning we would find body parts...This happened every night all summer! SOOOOOOOOOOOO gross!
P.S. Where are you?!?
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