Longtime readers know of my love affair with mice, the diabolical disease-carrying rodents that periodically inflict themselves on my living space. (I didn’t see any last year. Guess it’s going to be another cold winter.)

Anyway, late last night I was finishing up a post when I heard a loud SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!!! and the sound of claws scratching against glass. Judging from the location of the sound, I figured out what happened: The little bastard took a nosedive off my microwave into one of the flower vases I store in the corner.

It continued to SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!!! and to be honest, it was a little nervewracking. So I went to bed. Like Scarlett O’Hara, I said, “I’ll think about it tomorrow.”

Well, it’s gone. I don’t know if a specially-trained team of mice lowered a rope and pulled it out, but it’s gone. On the other hand, I see that the trays of poison I put out two days ago are almost empty. Yay!

4 thoughts on “Meeses

  1. We are wrestling “palm bugs.” Those are GIANT roach type bugs that are about an inch and a half long and really freak me out. Scout Kitty loves to mess with them, but, uuuuuuugh!

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