Here is the blog where I try to bring everyone up to speed on this current deployment. My husband deployed for Afghanistan in October. Anyone who knows me can attest to these facts 1) I hate/am afraid of mice and 2) it never fails that when he leaves one always manages to invade my household. I have asked him repeatedly to stop giving the mice intel on his deployment schedules but that has all been in vain. Those little rodents seem to have really fantastic recon skills.
As the months started to get a bit cooler and the rains got heavy, guess what I realized I had a mouse. Well I am a woman, surely I can handle a mouse. What did I do in the past you ask? As much as I hate to admit it, my mom actually had to come help me the last time as I was nearly beside myself with anxiety. This time however I was DETERMINED that I could best a little field mouse. Thankfully I never actually saw any actual scurrying that probably would've been my undoing, I just found some shredded grocery bags and a few droppings and knew I had to catch this guy before he got into my food pantry.
So I set the traps that very night and the next morning lo and behold I heard the trap get set off, now here ensues the hilarity if it can be aptly described that way. It probably took me a full hour to get rid of the now deceased unwanted house guest. I would open my cupboard door under my kitchen sink only to see it there and slam the door shut again shaking all the way down to my toes. I went so far as to try to open the cupboard door using nothing but my fireplace poker but couldn't get adequate leverage to accomplish it. So with much ado I finally was able with the aide of the fireplace shovel to push the bugger trap and all into a bag and dispose of it. Knock on wood, say a prayer, wish me the best, keep your fingers and toes crossed, but so far I haven't seen any more trace of my dreaded nemeses.
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