Of Mice and Lawn Tractors
We’ve been here in our new home for two weeks now. And I love it here. I love that I can look out the back window and see all the way to the tree line. I love that the sun rises over those trees. I love that we are having the house painted. And finally, I love that the odyssey is over. No more travelling. No more uncertainty. We can thrive here and not doubt that it was the right choice.
What I don’t love: Nature invading.
You see, yesterday T texted me something along the lines of, “I heard scratching in the walls behind the couch.” Cue me silently freaking out. Now, I couldn’t tell the kids, because they would have then gone running around the house screaming about how mice were going to eat their toes while they slept. I mean, not that that’s not a legitimate response, and one that I may have shared, given that our bedroom is a foot away from said wall. But I don’t need that kind of drama.
All day long I listened and waited for the tell-tale scratching.
So I hoped that maybe it was a fluke. T’s hearing isn’t the best. It could’ve been something else, right? Right??!!
At 3am, GW woke up, demanding a bottle and playtime. Grumbling to myself, I picked him up like the baby sack of potatoes he is, and headed for the kitchen to grab the milk. Upon returning to the bedroom I heard it. The scratching. The ominous scurrying and clawing in the walls. I died a little inside.
Welcome to the country, there are rodents in your walls.
(Image courtesy of DoMyOwnPestControl.com.)
This morning I called the pest control company. They’re coming today. We should know shortly what has invaded our home.
On the fun front, we are on the market for a lawn tractor (riding lawn mower??). We’re looking and hoping to purchase one tomorrow.
May God bless you and keep you until we meet again,