Well, ya got trouble, my friend, right here,
I say, trouble right here in Fayette County, Texas.
Mousecapades 2022 has begun. Yep, I can’t believe it, but I seen it with my own eyes! Unfortunately. After returning from a weekend trip, my husband announced he saw a mouse run from our bedroom into the kitchen. I immediately went to work, setting traps where I’d nabbed the little devils numerous times. My confidence was high. But this time….
That’s right. The ding dang varmint continued its nightly trek to the kitchen despite the tasty peanut butter waiting to lure it into the snare. My husband saw it two more times, afraid he was imagining things. But no, I got my view of the scampering rodent the fourth night.
Frustrated, I turned to poison, laying several pieces in conspicuous places. Eventually, small chunks were gnawed off. That should have made me happy, right? WRONG! Actually, I prefer to see that the creatures are dead with my own eyes. Just Wishin’ and hopin‘ and thinkin’ and prayin’, Plannin’ and dreamin’ doesn’t cut it.
Defeated, I removed the traps, even managing to have one of them slam shut on my thumb. GRRR…. damnable mouse.
Then, the unthinkable happened. While dressing for a trip to the Houston Rodeo, I decided to polish my cowboy boots. Grabbing the shoe polish box in the master bathroom linen closet, I carried it to the kitchen, set it down, and pulled out a rag. BAD MOVE. A mouse leaped out, banging into my hand, before scurrying under the oven. I had stumbled on the mouse nest! (As an aside, do you know that both male and female mice make nests?) After screaming and cursing, I tried to locate the brute, to no avail. Meticulously scrubbing my hands gave me time to plot revenge by placing a sliver of poison in the robber’s hideout. Which, thank goodness, showed nibble marks the next night.
It’s been a week now…. It’s quiet….No more poison eaten….No more sightings….
WHERE THE HELL IS THAT X%$$^^^2?!*** MOUSE?
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