Of Mice and Men

Well, another reality of country living has hit home.  My first clue should have been week one when we took all of the wall plates off for painting and found this:

Our "mouselet"

In preparation for the blizzard, we decided to stock up and stay at Acacia Acres.  That way if Scott was off work, we could get a lot done on the house.  Turns out he was off Tuesday through Friday, so we camped out in the den on air mattresses.  It was a bit disconcerting though, to hear the sounds of things scurrying across the floor in the dead of night.  It was even more disconcerting when we knew for sure it was not the cat or dogs.  I think it was the second night that a baby mouse came running out of the bathroom and across the den.  The poor thing didn't stand a chance with 3 dogs and a cat in the room.

Over the course of our stay, we encountered 3 more mice, all of whom met their demise at the paws of a larger predator.  Just to be clear, I was not said predator.  While I do not relish the thought of sharing my home with mice, I don't have the heart to kill them. 

That being said, now on top of researching" how to live with a septic system"; "how to protect yourself from snake"s and "how to drive a tractor", I now have to research, "how to rid your house of mice without killing them".  I'll be sure to do all that after I research "how to renovate your house with twigs, leaves and no budget"!  (Also known as MacGuyver Renovation".)

One final thought ... ewwwwwwwwww!