Mice.....as in EEK!! A MOUSE! Aka, whole body shiver, chair jumping, skin crawling, mice have decidedly taken to the notion of thinking my pantry was a smorgasbord of limitless opportunities. I had grand plans for the weekend. It was beautiful, gorgeous and a perfect weekend to move my roses. I just needed to make a few fried pies for Sunday and out I would go. Into the pantry for some supplies and behold a hole in my brand new, unopened five pound bag of bread flour. Not just any hole, a large, gnawed hole. The tell tell sign of something that didn't belong.
To say everything had to be cleaned up is an understatement. I just don't clean where I think he was....I clean it ALL. That little booger had not only gnawed away at the bread flour he helped himself to some sour cream and onion chips. While I'm all for God's creatures having a purpose and serving that purpose I'm pretty sure that little fella's purpose was not to answer a call to my pantry. I pulled EVERYTHING out. I didn't leave a crumb behind. I cleaned and wiped and threw away. Not exactly the way I had envisioned my weekend to go.
After all the cleaning was done, a sinister giggle came from deep inside my body. I took a snap trap, my favorite bait (peanut butter) and set out to seek and destroy. The best thing about being a mouser is you don't have to sit quietly and wait. I proceeded to shower and ready myself for a date with my husband. In less than one hour, my diligence paid off. In the pantry with nothing but two snap traps lay the carcass. Poor little fella, never knew what hit him. If he did, I hope his last scream was for any of his friends to not follow him. But, obviously one didn't listen. By morning, another body. I felt as if I had won the lottery. I was like a hunter bringing in his deer. You know you live a sad life when you feel successful gazing upon the remains of a mouse.
The second fella must have been fortuitous in getting the word to his friends for there has been no sighting of the little vermin. While I've been wanting to rearrange and organize my pantry this wasn't the way I had outlined. It looks as if a cheap Martha Stewart has arrived in Ringgold. Everything has a plastic tub and it is all grouped according to its purpose.
I'm sure many of my readers will think me crazy.....ok, crazier BUT, let this be a warning to all who seek shelter in Ringgold. ASK before you get into the chips. The consequences are deadly
After all the cleaning was done, a sinister giggle came from deep inside my body. I took a snap trap, my favorite bait (peanut butter) and set out to seek and destroy. The best thing about being a mouser is you don't have to sit quietly and wait. I proceeded to shower and ready myself for a date with my husband. In less than one hour, my diligence paid off. In the pantry with nothing but two snap traps lay the carcass. Poor little fella, never knew what hit him. If he did, I hope his last scream was for any of his friends to not follow him. But, obviously one didn't listen. By morning, another body. I felt as if I had won the lottery. I was like a hunter bringing in his deer. You know you live a sad life when you feel successful gazing upon the remains of a mouse.
The second fella must have been fortuitous in getting the word to his friends for there has been no sighting of the little vermin. While I've been wanting to rearrange and organize my pantry this wasn't the way I had outlined. It looks as if a cheap Martha Stewart has arrived in Ringgold. Everything has a plastic tub and it is all grouped according to its purpose.
I'm sure many of my readers will think me crazy.....ok, crazier BUT, let this be a warning to all who seek shelter in Ringgold. ASK before you get into the chips. The consequences are deadly
Success has been achieved...no sign.... **sinister laughing**
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