Our house is old.... really old. It was built before America was discovered. I am sure that is on the historical registry as well.
Old houses, even ones with relatively ‘new’ extensions are eccentric. In November, we heard sounds that indicated there were rodents going up to the attic above our room. I let me landlords know and they promptly asked a man to come in and lay down poison. Fantastic! Dead mice. The man assured me that it was not fast acting and that they should be out of the house before they kicked the can. Hmmm, well ok.
We still hear the pesky creatures every once and a while though. I keep assuring my husband that they laid done plenty of poison. They assured me they left a ton in the attic when they were leaving. Great!
Bring on the boiler man. If you remember, we recently had our boiler replaced, during one of the coldest weeks yet this year.... I am still not over THAT trauma! Anyway, he was kind enough (well that maybe a stretch), to let me know that we had a rodent problem as there were a lot of droppings in the little laundry/boiler shed. I reassured myself about the crapload of poison that was in my attic. Surely it was not all eaten yet!?!
Last night, I swear the mice decided that I did not need sleep. Before the birds started singing (and they sing darn early here!) I heard mice or at least one mouse up in the attic. I swear, they were holding their own mousie olympics. I distinctly heard the climbing, running, scratching, scampering, and chewing competitions.
I am fearful that there will be continuing activities tonight. Perhaps all the poison is gone and the participant(s) from last night are telling all their mousie friends.
No sleep tonight friends, Mousie Olympics, right here!
Old houses, even ones with relatively ‘new’ extensions are eccentric. In November, we heard sounds that indicated there were rodents going up to the attic above our room. I let me landlords know and they promptly asked a man to come in and lay down poison. Fantastic! Dead mice. The man assured me that it was not fast acting and that they should be out of the house before they kicked the can. Hmmm, well ok.
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| See the little brown door? (Not the front door, the other one!) that s where the little mousies are gaining entrance! |
We still hear the pesky creatures every once and a while though. I keep assuring my husband that they laid done plenty of poison. They assured me they left a ton in the attic when they were leaving. Great!
Bring on the boiler man. If you remember, we recently had our boiler replaced, during one of the coldest weeks yet this year.... I am still not over THAT trauma! Anyway, he was kind enough (well that maybe a stretch), to let me know that we had a rodent problem as there were a lot of droppings in the little laundry/boiler shed. I reassured myself about the crapload of poison that was in my attic. Surely it was not all eaten yet!?!
Last night, I swear the mice decided that I did not need sleep. Before the birds started singing (and they sing darn early here!) I heard mice or at least one mouse up in the attic. I swear, they were holding their own mousie olympics. I distinctly heard the climbing, running, scratching, scampering, and chewing competitions.
I am fearful that there will be continuing activities tonight. Perhaps all the poison is gone and the participant(s) from last night are telling all their mousie friends.
No sleep tonight friends, Mousie Olympics, right here!
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