I don’t know who I wronged in a past life.
Or if this has anything to do with the fact that I am now a Leo instead of a Virgo.
Given that I only dabble in astrology as it suits the situation, I was more than happy to trade.
I never really felt like a Virgo.
Lindsey, on the other hand, is 100% positive that it was Fate that her birthday continues to fall under The Sign.
But astrology and Cosmic Synergy aside, the fact of the matter is this: we have mice.
And even though I try to avoid outright or excess cursing on The Blog, all together now: Oh shit.
Yesterday morning, I woke up to discover that one of those little devils had gnawed off part of my oven mitt.
Which, by my powers of deduction means that they’re off building some sort of flame-retardant bat cave in a corner of the house that has yet to be identified.
So we’ve been dealing.
Since we wanted to Avoid Traps At All Costs (not because we’re super-ethical, but because the end result is usually disgusting), our first attempt was the Pest Catcher.
Basically, the Pest Catcher is a plug-in that emits a sound that only mice/rodents/pests can hear. Apparently they you plug it in, they hear the sound and then they flee the vicinity immediately.
Great concept, except they made a soft buzzing noise that nearly made Marcus flee the vicinity immediately as well. Those went back to the store first thing this morning.
So now we have the Black & Decker Ultrasonic Pest Repellers.
No more noise, no more mouse poops, no more Marcus fleeing. I’m down.
Have you ever had mice?
Readers, I really need you to tell me that this situation is going to turn out fine, because I am right now in the process of boiling water for tea and baking puff pastry for a dinner party tonight (I’ll explain that one tomorrow). There is an odor permeating my kitchen that I cannot quite place.
Safe assumption: The Bat Cave might have been in our stove.
I refuse to ponder the fact that I may have just roasted the mice.
Please send help.