I have a friend who had a mouse in her coat closet. Because of that, everytime I look in my coat closet, I'm cautiously on the lookout for mice. As though, instinctively, that's where all mice go. And besides, my coat closet is mainly full of Barbies, but that's a different subject.
Imagine my surprise this morning when I saw a mouse, not in the coat closet, but in another area of the house.
I'm hoping it's one of those helpful mice. I have always liked the movie The Rescuers. Those were nice mice. And I liked Ratatouille. I wouldn't mind some help in the kitchen. Or even those cute mice in Cinderella. I never mend anything, I just give it to Goodwill. Maybe it's a mouse that sews buttons.
Here's hoping.
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Robyn:
Hey Girlfriend!! I will be in town next week working. Give me a call and we can eat lunch or find something to do, I am sure. Would love to catch up with you. My cell is 512-626-6932 or home 512-261-0631!! Love You and Miss seeing you. Paula
What were the mouse names, Bernard and Bianca? Was your mouse white with a purple trench coat? Maybe that's why she didn't think she needed to mess around in your coat closet!
Sticky traps and string will solve your problem. They will break your heart if you feel bad for the mice. But if you just regard them as vermin, you will just feel satisfied to catch them.
I was so ticked at my mice for crawling on my coats, I watched them struggle on the sticky traps and thought, "Good."
sticky traps are awful!! (I'm the kind that feels horrible for them!) Just get those old fashioned looking traps that you put cheese or peanut butter on that snaps and breaks their little necks so that when you find them, they are dead and it happened fast!
Please please please wear the JJ Kelly butt bow to my wedding! I'll let you have 2 pieces of cake :)
Speaking of which, we have our cake meeting this week sometimes. I'll detail the flavor and design as soon as possible so your taste buds can become engorged with anticipation! This will be real frosting; no fondant to chew through. Just luscious, whipped, fluffy goodness!
We used to have trap-cages where the mouse would crawl in and he would be captured. We would then let him loose. Or throw him at the dog who would promptly eat him like a fat man snaps back pepper poppers at a Sonic. Sigh. I sure which I still had that cage...
I too am a pastor's wife. Thanks for sharing your heart!!!!!
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