Shake my head to my dismay, I can not explain it but it’s three years in a row there is a mouse in the house.
It really does seem like a vicious circle this game of mouse and me.
Every year, we find any small little gaps and block and fill them in. Each time we find them we think, that must be how they are getting in.
Each year we clean out the cupboards so no food is left behind. We shut off the water so there is nothing to drink.
We also turn off the heat and so it’s not warm and cozy, yet every year about this time, we go and check on the Lady and in the same drawer, the second the one on top, to the left, there is mouse poop…
Yes, mouse poop and to add it a torn up dish towel.
Now I would like to tell you that it’s the same smart mouse who keeps returning to my house, but you see the mouse’s’ fate is really quite grim.
On this visit I bring with me a jar peanut butter, no it is not for a gift for my uninvited friend but to place in the trap that will, well you know.
I will return in January and get rid of my remains of my uninvited guest.
There is never another to found after this fatal fear well and yet, somehow, each winter I find another who has found its way to my kitchen drawer.
It boggles my mind, how just one always seems to find its way in.