We’ve had some issues with mice since this summer. We caught a couple and thought our worries were over. Then we started seeing signs of them again. Traps were not cutting it – they were too smart for them. For some reason, they weren’t interested in the traps of poison we left out. After we had one (or two) chew through my purse and one of Aunt Eliza’s bags, it was time to call in the big guns – the exterminators!
The exterminators came last week and laid out open poison traps underneath the kitchen counter ‘crawl spaces.’ Not a week went past when we spied a mouse in the last phases of life, having been poisoned. We took care of it and when I came to that spot again during the day, this is what I found:
(FYI – ‘amocianse’ is Emma-nese for emotions)
The mouse would be proud of that epitaph I think!
LOL! That is great! Every time we catch one in a trap I go through a little bout of “Oh…but it was kinda cute…” and then Brian has to remind me that they carry diseases etc….yeah, yeah, yeah. Glad to know that Emma understands.
That is hilarious!…not the mice, but the note. Emma is so creative and that’s nice that she will feel badly for the mouse…for a week at least. 😉 I don’t think I would feel bad for that long. 😉
LOL…..:)