Rodents are worse than all of them- spiders, snakes, rabid racoons, a large fire breathing dragon. Literally any of those things is preferable to mice. UGH! And he called it "tiny?" 😤
Remember visiting my church in January? I didn't bring you into the actual office area because I never know when it will smell like death. Like it does right now. There's definitely a dead rat in the ceiling somewhere and his body hasn't been found yet.
I don't do rats and I don't do mice and I wish there was an instantaneous way of removing rat corpses before the Arizona heat shares the stench of decay with us!!!
Oct 17, 2022·edited Oct 17, 2022Liked by Cari Donaldson
Solidarity, Cari! We moved to our new home in June of this year. It's a lovely, 30-year old house in the woods that unfortunately hasn't been well cared for over the years. As we get things fixed up, I'm waging war with the mice. There's a whole colony in my walls! I was catching three a day at some points this summer. Eek! Needless to say, this post made me chuckle.
Yes! I'm thrilled that you're blogging again. I followed your old blog back in the day. Mice are the worst. I share your horror of them and the philosophy that they sign their death warrant when they enter my house (& garage & shed & if they get near the beehive). Our dog is useless as a mouser, too. Squirrels? Treed. Rabbits? Killed, possibly eaten. Mice or rats? Ho hum, live & let live.
Solidarity. I'm currently waging war on a mouse in my kitchen. I haven't actually SEEN it yet, but this time of year is notorious in my house for their activity. I set up the traps preemptively. And every night the traps haven't gone off, but the peanut butter bait is licked clean off. 😳 Darn traps. I asked my dog why he wasn't pulling his weight around here and trying to nab the buggers. Exasperating. I feel like maybe Jerry of Tom & Jerry fame lives here--always able to get away. I tried a new technique with the bait tonight. We shall see how it goes.
Rodents are worse than all of them- spiders, snakes, rabid racoons, a large fire breathing dragon. Literally any of those things is preferable to mice. UGH! And he called it "tiny?" 😤
Remember visiting my church in January? I didn't bring you into the actual office area because I never know when it will smell like death. Like it does right now. There's definitely a dead rat in the ceiling somewhere and his body hasn't been found yet.
I don't do rats and I don't do mice and I wish there was an instantaneous way of removing rat corpses before the Arizona heat shares the stench of decay with us!!!
I don't do rodents of any kind! Terrible memories from my teenage years.
That's not to say I've never had them in the house, because I have.
As full-time RV people, I worry about them and read horror stories about them getting into RV,s
I don't sleep if one is in the house that I am aware of. They must die,!
I’ve heard if you see one, then there are 20 in the walls. 😳
I trace my fear of mice to that chapter of little house when they MAKE A NEST IN PA’S BEARD!!!! Tell Ken to take care.
I’m with you!
Solidarity, Cari! We moved to our new home in June of this year. It's a lovely, 30-year old house in the woods that unfortunately hasn't been well cared for over the years. As we get things fixed up, I'm waging war with the mice. There's a whole colony in my walls! I was catching three a day at some points this summer. Eek! Needless to say, this post made me chuckle.
Yes! I'm thrilled that you're blogging again. I followed your old blog back in the day. Mice are the worst. I share your horror of them and the philosophy that they sign their death warrant when they enter my house (& garage & shed & if they get near the beehive). Our dog is useless as a mouser, too. Squirrels? Treed. Rabbits? Killed, possibly eaten. Mice or rats? Ho hum, live & let live.
Anyway, welcome to Substack- I love it here.
Interesting that parents were mentioned,but not spouses. Again, well written and very thought provoking.
Solidarity. I'm currently waging war on a mouse in my kitchen. I haven't actually SEEN it yet, but this time of year is notorious in my house for their activity. I set up the traps preemptively. And every night the traps haven't gone off, but the peanut butter bait is licked clean off. 😳 Darn traps. I asked my dog why he wasn't pulling his weight around here and trying to nab the buggers. Exasperating. I feel like maybe Jerry of Tom & Jerry fame lives here--always able to get away. I tried a new technique with the bait tonight. We shall see how it goes.