We have mice.
At home.
Well, not in the house, but in the garage.
They might as well be in my house.
How does anyone know they haven't chewed a hole through the wall into our house?
Mark's mom let the cat out of the bag as the guys were setting up traps. Apparently, Mark wanted to keep it a secret from me. Huh.
They act like it's no big deal.
Probably because they had white caged PET RATS while Mark was a kid.
I think I want to stay in the hospital for an extra week.
We live near new construction, so that's probably why we have them.
But I don't do rodents.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
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3 comments:
We had that problem for a while when we first moved in. A few mouse traps did the trick! And they never got into the house, just relax!
I know how you feel right now! We had one recently and it got into my candy drawer and ate my bubble gum and skittles!!!! Jon thinks I went a little overboard when I panicked and moved Vera into the wooden cradle since it would be harder to climb wood, since her crib bed skirt drug the ground. I also went around the house until it was gone banging a broom on the floor everywhere I went so I wouldn't surprise it.
Funny that you say that. We had a mouse in our garage last week and we got it with a trap. Not to worry!
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