I dont know if you recall my last video on killing mice, but looking back on it makes me laugh. I was so innocent. So naive. So, completely unaware of what was to come. I lived in a fairy tale castle and walked on pink clouds. I was such a child. But that was then.
This is now.
I've been away from home for almost two months. I was so eager to come to all my things. The first evening, I invited a friend over for coffee and tacos (yes. Tacos.) We sat merrily and enjoyed our conversation for about three and a half minutes. Until we felt a shadow run across the kitchen.
Were we seeing things?
Shrugging it off, we continued with our long overdue chat. But not two minutes later, the movement in the kitchen continued. It was a mouse. A creepy, disgusting freak of nature had come into my kitchen and was hiding under my fridge. I stood nearby with a broom and waited. Then, it popped out again.
But hadnt we seen a gray mouse?
Was this one brown?
Either way, it made a mad dash for the laundry door, and to my surprise- was able to fit under the door and "escape (to my laundry room)." My friend and I sat back in the living room, only this time we kept our feet on the couch. Then, a shadow. It was that mouse. No- it was NOT that mouse. It was a baby one.
That evening I counted four live mice, and two dead ones (I killed them. Cuz I have no fear). All under my fridge. Then, I looked over at my back yard. One, two, three, four, five, six... all in plain sight and all at the same time! My house had been invaded by a plague of mice while I was gone!!!
Looking through the house I found mice crap everywhere. On the stairs, the floor, the pantry, the stove, and even in Katy's toy box.
This means war.
I sent Isaac out for the craziest mice anhilation weaponry that he could retrieve legally. When he returned, we set up dozens of rat traps, a couple of sticky traps and four packages of rat poison. They are all well hid under furniture and out of Katy's reach.
Now we wait for the little monsters to take the bait and rot. Oh, wait- that would pose a problem now, wouldnt it? Oh well, I'll deal with it later...
When my house smells like a rotting meat factory.