Last week we noticed some tell tale signs that we had some furry guests back in the house. Likely relatives of Sneakers who we had to encourage to move out last year. We put some anti mouse goodies down over the weekend in the hopes that they would get the hint and leave/die. Yesterday morning we noticed that something had taken all of it and we had a bit of a mixed reaction. Garret and I are both rather large hearted people, so we don’t really like the idea of hurting something, but we aren’t really of the “mice can be trapped and released into the wild” mentality either. We had a moment of silence for the little critters and G made a joke that he feels bad, like we are killing Fievel.
I found the image here
We established that we don’t want any furry roommates that steal our food and poop in our kitchen so we had to be strong and get rid of them anyway. We put more stuff down and went to bed.
As I have mentioned before we are sleeping on the couch still while work gets done upstairs. (side note: G finished sealing the floors last night so we can get back to bed sleeping like normal people tonight yay) Once all the lights were out, G fell asleep in 7 seconds and I lay awake listening to some serious scurrying activities. Gross. From the sounds of things they were less Fievel-esque and more like an ROUS:
It makes me MUCH happier to picture their demise when I think of them looking like this. Although it made it harder for me to fall asleep thinking about these guys running around.