Last night was a very long night. Last week, I had a major allergy flair up. Yesterday, the kid stirred it back up with colored candy (all the doorknobs were super sticky). So last night, I was in bad shape. It also didn’t help that I had to take some meds that also have color and well, it just snow balled. I’m one of those people who can’t sleep sitting up, and I had to sit up with a fan on high since I had difficulty breathing. I’m fine now–just really tired.
We recently discovered we have mice. I detest the little beasties. A ghost I can live with, but mice are beyond my means of coping. So, they have to go. We tried poison, but the little disease factories were still running rampant. So hubby bought traps. They ate the first bait without tripping the traps, so hubby improvised and got them the next time. Two down, at least one more to go–or so we thought.
In the meantime, I’m in the bedroom on the bed with the fan on high toying around with a couple of books between bouts of WarCraft and while listening to A Haunting on the TV. Because I just can’t deal with mice in my kitchen.
Later, the lights are out, hubby is sleeping next to me, and I hear a squeak. Okay, maybe it was just the game–there are rats in Azeroth. Then I heard something fall over. Nuh uh. I was nearly sitting on top of hubby on the other side of the bed. This ain’t gonna work. So, I did what any sensible woman would do. I woke his ass up and told him to at least scare the beastie off. He goes over to my side and messes with the nightstand top for a little bit, then goes back to bed. A few minutes later, it squeaked at me again. So not working for me. I wake him up again, and this time he has a metal rod poking around. He cleans off the top of the table so I can see clearly and goes back to bed. I know it was still lurking, but I did my best to lose myself in the land of Azeroth and forget the rodent.
Oh but hubby keeps having to get up, because even over the sound of WarCraft, two fans and through a closed door on the opposite end of the house, I keep hearing the unmistakable sound of a mouse trap snapping.
What was the night’s grand total of mousy kills? Ten. We had ten mice in our house and didn’t even know it until recently. And the sad part, there’s probably more. Oh and I know what drew them in. Those damned chickens the husband has. They were supposed to be for eggs. We’ve had them all year and do you know how many eggs we’ve ended up with? ONE. One teeny, tiny little egg. Though through no fault of the chickens…we think the dogs have been eating them before we ever know they’re out there. Anyhow, the chicken feed drew the mice in. *shudder*
As if all that wasn’t bad enough, yesterday afternoon one of the chickens came in through the dog door and REFUSED to go back out. In was in the house for nearly two hours before the hubby got home and evicted it–though it was locked in a tiny room the whole time.
So, this week just ain’t my week. The animals have declared war, but I’m fighting back. Yes, mouse traps and poison counter act the harm none mentality, but this is a health issue. My health is already bad; I don’t need uninvited guests making it worse. Besides, I’m not the one harming them…the hubby is.
Heather
