The Wicked Mice Are Dead
This morning, oh happy day, Charlie checked the mouse traps and found two – count them, two of the critters. One was dead and the other was only caught by one foot, so was struggling to get away. Needless to say I hightailed it outside so as to get away from them, especially the live one. I was on the front porch but could hear Charlie beat the mouse to death outside. I’m glad he learned something when he was a boy scout – besides looking studly in uniform and chasing girls.
But I digress.
The new traps seem to work better. Now we have to seal the entire foundation from the outside. Also we are waiting on an estimate to have the cellar foam-insulated. That will take care of any critter problem we’ve been having and save a bunch on heating bills.