Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Ho Ho Ho - Snap!
Notes left for my son – because some days we’re like ships that pass in the night. (The quality of the images – not so good – click to enlarge.)
And, no, his name is not Houston.
And, yes, we are battling mice. The war is now being waged at home as well as at the cottage. I should write my own version of “Town Mouse – Country Mouse.”
(And, Guy, I’m using poison, too. I added traps to my arsenal because they make for less mouse poop and more immediate visible results.)
He didn’t use rubber gloves (they’re for sissies) but he did deal with the remains. Bless that boy.
My ultimate goal for the season:
“Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…”
P.S. I’m not sure why I’m capable of dealing with dead mice bodies at the cottage but am reluctant to do so here. Perhaps it has something to do with reaching into the dark recesses of the cupboard under the sink and imagining the dead mouse’s friends and family jumping out at me in revenge. Yup, that’s probably it.