It has been a tough couple of weeks for a city girl living in the country.
A month ago we heard scratching above kid 1’s bed. Call in exterminator.
Good news no mice!! Go up to bonus room and find all sorts of bat poop on the thermostat. EWWW.
Nice bat boys from Critter Catchers come and fill up all the holes in the outside of my house that are larger than a pencil eraser. Yay. Now we wait until August until the moms and baby bats move out. Boo.
We had them put up a nice bat house so they can be our neighbors instead of our tenants.
Now we wait… Sigh.
Today while walking to the house from the trailer with an arm load of camping clothes to wash I look down because I think I dropped something. Instead of a stray sock I expect to see I see a HUGE snake slither away from just under my foot! Cue loud girly squeal and a quick run into the garage. I peek around to get a look at the HUGE snake. (ok, maybe not exactly anaconda size) He turns, looks me in the eye and tells me I had better skeedadle or he will come eat me. I quickly obey and slam the door behind me. Whew. Totally my cardio workout for the day.
Mouse Under Glass.
I think I need some cold watermelon to settle me down after such a fright. (Truly chocolate would have been a much better choice, but I am watching my waistline.) Into the mudroom I go to get some from the 2nd fridge and EEEEKKKKKK. There on the floor is a mouse. Jeez Louise. I scoot my booty back inside for a quick breath and slam the door. I open the door back up and peep out. Yup. Still there. Dude, my heart is totally racing.
Hmmm…looks like he is sleeping. Am I lucky enough for him to be dead? I sneak out and look a little closer. Either he IS dead or a very deep sleeper. I grab the closest thing I can find and put it on top of him.
He is still there in the mudroom. Kid 2 is sad that the little mouse died. Mommy is waiting for big strong Daddy to come home and make the Mouse Under Glass go away.
‘Member when I said that life was full of potholes? These are them. The potholes of living in the country. But I am a big girl. I wanted to live in the country. I survived.
It is too early for a Mojito…I am off to eat chocolate and have a nice big glass of ice tea.
In the house.
With the doors closed.
And concentrate on getting my heart rate to slow down. Sheesh.