Well. We've had the plague and the murder hornets... And now I'm fighting the mice. Those little ass holes got into a fresh bag of P's prescription dog food. The jerks! So I've waged an all out war. So far I've caught five. Five! Disgusting. I don't even want to know how many more there are. The curse of old houses I'm afraid. Everyone always thinks old houses are haunted, but usually it's just a horrible rodent infestation. Still though, I prefer the mice to when I had the squirrel problem. That was a nightmare. Literally, because those effers are nocturnal and would wake me up at night.
I think with all my house cleaning and moving into the upstairs after all these years, I've dislodged all their secret living places. So I guess I've been living with a lot of mice all over the house for a long tine and was just in denial. How gross.
So that's today's confession. It's mouse hunting season.
And as promised I have a Tuesday outfit to share. Not a full post, just some pics for you:
