The dead mouse was only the beginning ...
One of the cats brought a mouse inside. Sadly the mouse did not survive, nor was its presence discovered until - well let's just say the problem had multiplied in the worst possible way. Never mind. I am not squeamish and I can lift the queen-size bed onto its side by myself. I can Eeeeek! with the best of them and I know how to use half a can of fly spray to make sure nothing in the room still lives. Almost including myself, as it turned out.
After the panic subsided and the mess was cleaned up I realised that I might have overdone the fly spray. A lot. I couldn't stay in the room. I could barely even stay in the house and, actually, when I was walking up the path outside passed the bedroom window I was hit by a serious waft of fly spray out there, too.
That was Sunday. By Tuesday night the list of things I'd tried was huge and I was starting to make plans to permanently move our bedroom into what is currently the spare room. On Tuesday night the latest plan was to burn a candle in there until I went to bed, then put that out and go back to baking soda (this time a whole jar in an oven dish in the middle of the room) and try crumpled up newspaper. To be honest I don't think I needed to crumple the newspaper but that's what we do when we're packing it around smelly books so I just did it automatically.
And this is how things looked when I went to shut the door:
Tuesday night
This is not how my bedroom usually looks!
(These things always happen when Gary is away.)
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After the panic subsided and the mess was cleaned up I realised that I might have overdone the fly spray. A lot. I couldn't stay in the room. I could barely even stay in the house and, actually, when I was walking up the path outside passed the bedroom window I was hit by a serious waft of fly spray out there, too.
That was Sunday. By Tuesday night the list of things I'd tried was huge and I was starting to make plans to permanently move our bedroom into what is currently the spare room. On Tuesday night the latest plan was to burn a candle in there until I went to bed, then put that out and go back to baking soda (this time a whole jar in an oven dish in the middle of the room) and try crumpled up newspaper. To be honest I don't think I needed to crumple the newspaper but that's what we do when we're packing it around smelly books so I just did it automatically.
And this is how things looked when I went to shut the door:
Tuesday night
This is not how my bedroom usually looks!
(These things always happen when Gary is away.)
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