The rat race is over. The rats have won.
Bad news: we have mice. Or, to be grammatically correct, we have meeces. And to put it succinctly, I hate those meeces to pieces. Where we live borders on open land, and as such, the area behind our house is something only Marlin Perkins or The Crocodile Hunter could appreciate. But things have gotten ugly in our household. We are under attack by four-footed terrorists.
This is war.
Don't ask me how they have done it, but mice (and I hope it's just mice) have gotten into the walls behind our bedroom, an upstairs bathroom and our kitchen. We heard them tapping and scratching at the walls all night. But it gets worse. Yesterday, my beautiful, wonderful wife did something unusual for her: she came home at lunch. Thank God she did: if not for her, our house might have caught fire. The cause: rodents. Apparently, they chewed on the electrical cables running from the air conditioning compressor outside our house, which is connected to the furnace upstairs. The result: the rodents' chewing caused a short in the cable, which in turn caused the furnace transformer to burn up, and we're lucky that it did not take the whole house with it.
Muerte!
We've called the exterminators. But I've considered calling da mob to take care of it. ("Hey Jelly - whack 'em.") Better yet, I'm thinking of calling the Department of Homeland Security. Now, if I can somehow link these little critters with Iraq, perhaps I can get Federal funding. It's just a concept.
So now we face the hassle of clearing out a closet to give the exterminators access to our attic, and clearing out a garden storage area as well. We won't be able to feed the birds any more, because that might be attracting these little vermin. But that's kind of a moot point anyway: we have a family of hawks (including a new baby) living behind our home. I'll tell you about the air wars behind our house in another installment.
It's sad really. Mice are almost cute. I don't mind them in our garden. But we have to draw the line when they come inside. Maybe now our cat can get some sleep.
Bad news: we have mice. Or, to be grammatically correct, we have meeces. And to put it succinctly, I hate those meeces to pieces. Where we live borders on open land, and as such, the area behind our house is something only Marlin Perkins or The Crocodile Hunter could appreciate. But things have gotten ugly in our household. We are under attack by four-footed terrorists.
This is war.
Don't ask me how they have done it, but mice (and I hope it's just mice) have gotten into the walls behind our bedroom, an upstairs bathroom and our kitchen. We heard them tapping and scratching at the walls all night. But it gets worse. Yesterday, my beautiful, wonderful wife did something unusual for her: she came home at lunch. Thank God she did: if not for her, our house might have caught fire. The cause: rodents. Apparently, they chewed on the electrical cables running from the air conditioning compressor outside our house, which is connected to the furnace upstairs. The result: the rodents' chewing caused a short in the cable, which in turn caused the furnace transformer to burn up, and we're lucky that it did not take the whole house with it.
Muerte!
We've called the exterminators. But I've considered calling da mob to take care of it. ("Hey Jelly - whack 'em.") Better yet, I'm thinking of calling the Department of Homeland Security. Now, if I can somehow link these little critters with Iraq, perhaps I can get Federal funding. It's just a concept.
So now we face the hassle of clearing out a closet to give the exterminators access to our attic, and clearing out a garden storage area as well. We won't be able to feed the birds any more, because that might be attracting these little vermin. But that's kind of a moot point anyway: we have a family of hawks (including a new baby) living behind our home. I'll tell you about the air wars behind our house in another installment.
It's sad really. Mice are almost cute. I don't mind them in our garden. But we have to draw the line when they come inside. Maybe now our cat can get some sleep.
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