I've never lived in a new house and honestly hope I never do. I love history. I love owning something that had a life long before I came along. I love the stories, the memories, and the history. Most of our furniture is old. Almost everything is from someone else in my family or from good friends. I pick new pieces that look old. It's who I am.
But part of owning an old house is pests. I know that my cousin Robin lives in a newer home and has ants, (wonder how she'll feel about me sharing that...) so I don't feel bad about our ant problem. I hate to spray something because of Jackie 'O' so I went searching for a better option. I've tried a line of chalk and fresh mint leaves, but they haven't worked. I finally started using something my neighbor gave me to use around the pool. An orange liquid that kills them slowly enough so that they get back to their colony and infect everyone. The only problem, apparently living right outside my kitchen door, is about a bajillion colonies. I think since March I've spent half the time battling. I thought I had them beat just recently. After all, we'd had a cold snap of a full day at around 75 degrees. But I woke up to this.
Please don't judge me.
So now that you know that about me...I can tell you about the gnats. I'm so stinking tired of gnats. They're not the gnats I grew up with. These are in your face all up in your biz'ness gnats. Attack gnats. I have tried two different homemade traps and neither one is an overwhelming success. I'm about to stop buying fresh food. Anyone have an amazing tip to pass along??
Oh, and now to the title of this post. Sadly, yes, we have a mouse. Okay okay. Apparently we have a mom mouse and some baby mice. We don't live in squalor. I promise! We do live next door to someone who has large outdoor dogs with large outdoor dog dog food. He's told us before that he has mice because of that. Oh joy.
I don't do snappy traps. No way do I want to wake up to that. So we buy the glue traps. This is the third time in 12 years that we've had to do this. I've had to remove a used trap once. It took me 20 minutes to decide what to use. I finally decided on the longest pair of kitchen tongs I own. I hoped to never have to do that again.
So are you ready for this?? We've caught 5. 5 tiny little vermin. When Kennedy had a friend spend the night I couldn't decide what to do with my nightly glue trap. I didn't want her running home and telling her mom that we have mice. (So instead I'm blogging about it for the world to read.) I decided to wait until they were in bed and put it out. Then I'd simply hide it in the morning when I left for my long run. As I was trying to get everything together and get out of the door I almost forgot about it. Luckily it caught my eye as I went into the kitchen because it had been moved. Who in the stink would have moved it? I'd found the sweet spot to put it. I am the professional here. I assumed it was Shawn. I put my foot on it to pull it out from under it's hiding spot, the stove. Since my hands were full my foot was the only option. Heaven forbid I put everything down. It seemed like the trap was stuck on a rubber band. I could faintly see it as I'd pull the trap out and it would slide right back in. Finally as my Gatorade was slipping, it broke free of the rubber band and I was able to stow it away out of sight. All with my foot. I know I know, I am so talented. I didn't give another thought to it since I had 6 miles waiting for me.
When I got home I headed to the pantry to grab the first thing I could find to eat. I kind of feel a bit hungry after Saturday's long runs. My eye landed on the glue trap I'd hidden. It had something on it. Something...gray...and furry...yep, leftover mouse. It hadn't been a rubber band...it had been a mouse and that was his tail! I did a little heeby jeeby dance and went to wake up Shawn and tell him the story. Really, things like this should be shared. I've waited to tell you all so that you wouldn't judge me...but I think we know by now I can't keep my big yap shut.
So please tell me that someone out there has had a mouse. I need to feel like I'm not the only one. And while you're at it, if you could tell me that you also have ants and gnats, I'd love you forever.