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Hearing Things
The mouse business began last month when a bad aroma began to annoy me. I nervously checked the compost crock and the garbage can and even peeked in the oven to see if a piece of meat had been left to die there. My nose finally led me under the sink to a forgotten mouse trap. Sure enough, there was a little furry creature ripening under the hot water pipe. Gag me. The snare and its little feast of long dried up peanut butter had been prepared several month previous; set by WR in response to my reminders (nagging) that we needed to be prepared for the winter mouse invasion. I'd left the primed trap alone, acknowledging each time I noticed it with careful avoidance. After our catch, we were once again aware that the field mice had found shelter under the house. And, that at least one had squeezed through the small opening around the kitchen pipes into the warm cabinet under the sink. WR set another trap with fresh peanut butter. Now I am paranoid. I keep hearing things: Paper...
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Skinny Sprinkling... :)
I just wanted to thank ya for your sweet comment over at my place.
Blog changed colors???? Did it just take the blue awhile to load? Guess it's just blogger mixin' things up.
Have a beautiful weekend sweetie!
Fond memories.
(By the way, blogger doesn't remember me either. And the word verification--ah! Don't get me started on that.)
so sweet
she is high tailing it away from the cold water (o:
Cute and Cool !
Hey, I know I have your address somewhere, but "somewhere" is the operative word here.
Please e-mail it to me at
swampwitch06@gmail.com
so I can mail your "Pioneer Woman Cooks" cookbook for winning at my place.