Oh my goodness.
Remember Cujo? We found the rest of his family.
We trapped two adult mice last night, after the trap sat empty for about two weeks, and we'd just about given up. The Hubby turned them loose over by the canal around noon. And then, later today, he was in the basement getting packing material for shipping some eBay sales off, glanced at the window well...
OH HAI.
At least two more adult mice, and at minimum four more babies.
And, you know, if they'd stay there, eating the bird seed that falls out of the feeder (which is what attracted them), I wouldn't have a problem with them. But they won't do that--they'll go into the walls and get in the house, and I can't have that, because gross. So. We'll trap them, alive, and ship them over to the canal. Where I hope they live happy little lives away from me.
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
In other news, have a short snippet:
Angeline sat on the couch with Ben's feet in her lap. Both of them were reading, but Ben set his book down with a pained sigh. He rolled over onto his side with his back to the room, and her heart twisted. She tightened her hand on his calf. "Puppy?"
"Mmph."
"Bloody hell," she muttered, and he cringed. "Och, I'm not mad at you, Benji," she hastened to say. "More frustrated with the whole situation. I wish there was something I could do to make this easier." Her confession the day before had just made everything awkward, although he'd tried to mitigate it. She wished now that she hadn't said anything.
"You've stuck your neck out for me way more than you ought to already, Ange," he said from under his arm. "I just suck at adjusting. Probably ought to get your next wolf someplace besides Basket Cases R Us."
We trapped two adult mice last night, after the trap sat empty for about two weeks, and we'd just about given up. The Hubby turned them loose over by the canal around noon. And then, later today, he was in the basement getting packing material for shipping some eBay sales off, glanced at the window well...
OH HAI.
At least two more adult mice, and at minimum four more babies.
And, you know, if they'd stay there, eating the bird seed that falls out of the feeder (which is what attracted them), I wouldn't have a problem with them. But they won't do that--they'll go into the walls and get in the house, and I can't have that, because gross. So. We'll trap them, alive, and ship them over to the canal. Where I hope they live happy little lives away from me.
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
In other news, have a short snippet:
Angeline sat on the couch with Ben's feet in her lap. Both of them were reading, but Ben set his book down with a pained sigh. He rolled over onto his side with his back to the room, and her heart twisted. She tightened her hand on his calf. "Puppy?"
"Mmph."
"Bloody hell," she muttered, and he cringed. "Och, I'm not mad at you, Benji," she hastened to say. "More frustrated with the whole situation. I wish there was something I could do to make this easier." Her confession the day before had just made everything awkward, although he'd tried to mitigate it. She wished now that she hadn't said anything.
"You've stuck your neck out for me way more than you ought to already, Ange," he said from under his arm. "I just suck at adjusting. Probably ought to get your next wolf someplace besides Basket Cases R Us."