God hates mice, too
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.