By Georgia Osten
You know how you sometimes get a feeling there’s someone else in the room, someone who’s not supposed to be there? Several weeks ago, as I was sitting on the couch watching TV, I saw something fleeting down the hall, something small, hugging the wall from the pantry to the laundry room. Hmmmmm, I thought, it’s late, I’ve had a couple of glasses of wine, probably my imagination. The next night, same thing. I said to my husband, “I think we may have a mouse.” He didn’t know whether to believe me, but he went to The Big Store and bought 2 or 3 of those sticky traps. For at least 3 weeks, we didn’t catch anything on the sticky traps except for a gecko and some dog fur blowing through the house.
Last week, we returned from a week-long vacation. We got home late, struggling with California time, we were a bit too awake even at 10:30 at night. As we’re sitting watching our TV, which sits on a 4 foot long credenza, the little critter came out from under our inside stair case, crossed along the wall under the credenza, reached the end and went back. OH MY GOODNESS! “Did you see that,” I yell! “Huh, what?” OH MY GOODNESS!
My husband was off to The Big Store first thing the next morning for some real traps, the kind you put cheese on or peanut butter, the kind that go SNAP!!!!
First day, caught the culprit under the inside stairs. We decided to set out another just in case. Next day, caught another. I felt so wonderful, thinking we’ve got them all, I can roam about the house feeling free of mice. Let’s just keep setting the trap, can’t be too sure – BAM – another.
Wondering what all the white powder stuff is all over the bottles in the pantry, then discovering it’s an eaten through packet of pizza dough mix. Those dang critters were having a dang pizza party down on the floor of the pantry!
As I think about my family visiting Disneyland this week, visiting Minnie and Mickey. Heck, I have the little varmints right here – Minnie, Mickey and their friend Clyde, Buford, Sue, or whatever. It’s a Small World After All.
[9-21-2015]
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