This is my last full week of school.
A week from this Wednesday I'll be done with the semester.
Finals are here!
Christmas is right around the corner and I'll be gone every weekend doing fun things until New Year's Eve. With that in mind...
I'm going to be "taking a break" from posting ideas, stories to share, etc until I'm done with school.
Hope you don't mind.
I need two eyes on the books:)
But I will tell you one more story that happened over the weekend that I'm sure neither Joe or I will ever forget:)
We've had an issue with mice this fall/winter. It hasn't been fun trying to hunt these little rodents down and they're getting smart. Smart as in moving our glue traps or eating the peanut butter off the traps - pretty much laughing at our attempts to say "sayonara little mice!" And the worst part about it is that we don't know how these little buggers are getting in!! After we got our second one we thought we were done with them but then a third one made its grand entrance about three weeks ago.
Well on Friday night before we left to meet up with our friends for some bowling, I noticed there was mouse poop in our kitchen sink and on the counters! First off, GROSS and second, how in the heck did they get up there?! I quickly washed it out and planned on cleaning it up first thing when we got back home. A few hours later we got back and I went straight for the cleaning supplies to wipe up the little mess. Joe grabbed a snap trap from downstairs to get it ready again and we went to work.
While we were threading a chunk of sausage (pest control guy from my work suggested raw bacon but we only had sausage:) we heard the toaster move, like it was popping up some toast. We both looked over, saw nothing, and then we heard it again. THAT LITTLE MOUSE WAS IN OUR TOASTER!!! It was sticking its head out probably looking for a quick getaway. I couldn't believe it! I literally started running in circles around our kitchen trying to think of what to do. We grabbed a garbage bag and gently moved the toaster toward the bag. Slowly, and with precision, Joe threw the bag over the toaster and slid it all, mouse and toaster, into the bag.
At first I wasn't sure if we got it in there. Even though we didn't see it run some other direction, it wasn't making any noise in the bag. We finished setting the trap (I had my eyes on the bag) and put it downstairs in case we have any more. Joe opened up the bag for me so I could see with my own two eyes that we got him and sure enough you could see it moving around in the toaster. And to think I just used the toaster a few days ago. sigh. While I was walking it out to the garbage, I told him to tell his friends not to come into my house anymore and threw it in the trash.
The next morning after our huge snowfall we were able to see some mouse tracks along the side of our house. The house is old, so where the foundation meets the driveway are a couple spaces that I could fit my glove into. I stuffed every space I could find with steel wool to see if that will help keep them from coming in. Next spring/summer calls for some pretty heavy mouse-proofing of our house. Oh the joys of life.