Don't Tell Anybody...

Tonight, Daughter was over. We were watching "One True Thing" on TV. Casually she mentioned to me that it looked like something ran past the doorway. Neither of us flinched. That's how much we've grown. Or, maybe it's just because our senses have been dulled due to the extreme lack of sunshine in these parts.

I'm pretty sure I know what she saw. As I sit here posting this, it is obvious that there is something moving around in this old slipcovered couch.

The Husband God Gave Me plugged up more holes. This means they cannot escape, which I am sure they would do if they could. It's warmer outside than in, or so it seems.

I spent a good share of my day reading a website with ideas on how to get rid of mice. I have cotton saturated in oil of peppermint all around, which seems to only have sent them on the run.

While I sit on this couch, I have my fearless cat, Barb on my lap. I'm also banging the remote on the wall in an effort to move the refugee on.

From the web sites I've read, it could be worse. It could be A LOT worse. At least we are catching them (another in the dog water bowl). And I can't imagine what they are eating, the PEOPLE who live here can't find any food.

I should tell you about the time we had a possum in our house. It was another big old house. This one in Grandville. It was a smaller town then. THGGM wasn't sure what to do (we had an infant and two other very young children). He called the police to inquire. They said "Hang on, we'll be right over!" They sent officers with guns. These guys had a great time chasing that thing around our basement, with their guns drawn. But, that's a story for a different time...

Thankfully, we made it through Christmas day without my niece who hates mice (oh...like i don't?) finding out that we have them. None showed up on Christmas day.