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The Mouse In My House

Oh. My. God. Remember my passing comment a few weeks ago about spotting a mouse in our house? Yeah. We set up snap traps, and nothing... Until a full ten days later, when I saw it AGAIN. Then we set up snap traps AND glue traps, and nothing... Seriously, we find a sign of a mouse - something chewed, usually - every ten days with no sign at all in between. Until tonight. We got home from our family gathering and found mice in two of the traps. (Both in glue traps, in case you're taking notes.)

Of course, being an independent modern woman, I jumped up on top of the kitchen counter, covered my face, and starting shrieking orders while shaking uncontrollably.

I have no words for how frightened and disgusted I feel. Does anyone have any wisdom to share? SERIOUSLY. Because I am about 24 hours away from paying big, big money to an exterminator who can come and PACK our ducts and walls with every variety of supersonic poison they carry. Because the two mice that Geoff so gallantly disposed of this evening are NOT the mouse I saw twice last month. And I don't know how breathing in that stuff and living with it in my house works with my all-organic plan and this pregnancy, but I'm caring less and less...

SHUDDER.

Labels: House Stuff, The Boy

posted by Lindsay @ 9:26 PM