Unwanted House Guests
posted in Frenzied Daddy |
I’ve almost gotten inured to the ants. We’ve been fighting an ant problem for a few months now. It’s made more difficult because dirty dishes get left out overnight or a wrapper or something finds its way into the trash. But we saw a mouse this past weekend.
Well, first, I was cleaning out the filing cabinet and discovered many papers that had mouse pee and mouse poo on them, and some chewed envelopes. Then we put out traps and finally spotted the little sucker running up and down the comcast cable ( isn’t it always the comcast cable company’s fault? ). Every time it was spotted, the girls shrieked. Almost comical. Almost.
Finally, today, Ms B was home with the TT and they spotted the little mouse. I was told to get gloves and get rid of it, so I dutifully got my yardwork gloves and an old coffee can. Reluctantly, I pulled out the filing cabinet ( it’s on wheels ) and saw … nothing. I got on my hands and knees, looking around and under the desk… nothing. Then Alice jumped in front of me, shot his front arm out, bent down with his head, and streaked off with the mouse in his mouth.
He actually looked competent.
I had to chase him out of the house though. The TT was way too interested in watching Alice play with his new toy. I didn’t want her getting scratched or anything. I was also worried about her introduction to the circle of life; she’s still only three! I have a hard enough time when I refer to bacon and ham as “pig” and hamburgers as “cow.”
I shouldn’t have worried though. The TT announced with a relieved smile “Alice ate the mousie for lunch!”
