Last night I found mouse droppings in the cabinet.
This is, of course, disgusting.
However, this is rural Oklahoma and we do tend to get one or two of the horrifying, vermin-ridden creatures when the weather turns warm.
What really bothers me is the fact that we have a CAT for the love of heaven, not to mention 2 dogs. And although Sassypants isn’t much of a hunter, Bubba is a serial squirderer AND a birderer. Why, why WHY am I the one who has to find and deal with a mouse in the house?
And by “deal with” I obviously mean scream at Opie to do something.
The long and the short of it is, we pulled everything out of the cabinet and set traps before we went to bed last night.
On a slightly related note, I’m curious if anyone in the history of mankind has ever caught a mouse in one of the humane, catch and release, cost about 10 times more than the snap trap type traps? Every single time we have had a mouse, I have put those things out loaded to the gills with peanut butter, and every single time the mouse has chosen to run over the snap trap instead.
The mice are clearly suicidal.
In any case, the point of this whole drama is that today is Opie’s birthday and he took the day off work. And, it is interesting to note, starting your morning listening to your wife scream about dead mice in the cabinets and then being forced to remove the mouse carcass amid more shrieking before you are allowed any coffee is, apparently, NOT a good start to your birthday celebrations.
Though he seems happy enough now....hmmmm...wondering if he spiked his coffee when my back was turned….
Mouse? What mouse? I don't see no stinkin' mouse in here.