In this house with me resides, in addition to Jesse, two cats and a rat terrier. I feed them and take care of them, and ask only one thing: If per chance a vermin gets inside, dispatch with it.
Last night, in the kitchen, a speedy mouse ran between my feet and disappeared down the hall before I could say YIKES! All three vermin-catchers were relaxing in other parts of the house.
This morning, they’re all three sniffing around in corners, nooks, and crannies like they know a little squeaker has been afoot. But so far, I don’t think anyone has caught it. How does one find a tiny mouse in a two-story-plus-basement house? I am very uneasy.
I had every intention of attending quilt guild meeting this morning. But I woke up with a stuffy head, watery eyes, headache, and a bit of an earache. That, of course, in addition to the always-present fibro and back problems. So I decided to stay home and work on my millefiori quilt instead of making the 40-minute drive to Homewood. Note: Don’t panic. It’s allergies, not Coronavirus. The trees are beginning to bloom. It’s the beginning of pollen season.
(Taco just thought he had found the mouse. He quietly snuck up on it and grabbed it, but it turned out to be a cat toy, wedged between two pet beds on the living room floor. Shucks! he said.)
I hope everyone was able to spring forward without too much discomfort. I made it to church yesterday and to lunch with sister Ramey. But when I returned home, I collapsed on the couch and dozed off and on between Skipper’s barking fits the rest of the afternoon. I felt as if I’d been drugged.
All right now, I think the Zertec is beginning to kick in, so let’s get to work, furbies. Me on the quilt, y’all on the mouse hunting. Wake up, guys. Hunt that mouse! Get him, I say. Oh well. Maybe later. My three furbies are definitely not intrepid hunters.
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On 03/09/2020, Barbara Anne said ...
Hope the mouse is already a goner! Decades ago, we had a tiny field mouse who came in our house in the dead of winter to huddle under the radiator that was near the front door. After he/she was warm, the exit was a small crack in the wall beside the door frame. One day, the mouse went the wrong way and ended up in the dead-end pantry. Our dog and I were in hot pursuit but nearly jumped out of our skins when the mouse turned and ran straight at us, through the house, and out the crack by the front door! I was helpless with laughter but the dog was ashamed and wouldn't look at me.
Hope you feel better soon!
Hugs!
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