We’ve had a week of on-again off-again rain, leaving us with a mire of sloggy mess on the roadways in place of the beautiful covering of snow we had since before Thanksgiving. Along with the departure of much of the snow has gone our holiday spirit. It’s hard for us to trim a tree and put up Christmas decorations without a healthy covering of snow on the ground. We’re managing it well enough (the tree is up at least) but we continue to look at up at the grey sky and wish for snow.
In the mean time, I am happy to report that our War of the Mice seems to have been won. It’s a hard reality of both living in an 80 year old house and keeping animals that mice will move in every fall. Once it gets cold these little buggers, cute though they are, begin to find the little crevices and niches in our house where we seldom look, making for themselves a handy nest out of the detritus of a normal life. The added attraction of a big can of chicken feed in the basement doesn’t help of course.
After way more traps than I care to count, and more than a little peanut butter, I appear to have caught the last of them. If the temperatures warm up enough this week, a few more may find a way in, but for now the basement is rid of the unseen scrabbling and theft of chicken feed that has been rampant the last few weeks.
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