Like a little bouncy ball, I'm trapped in a room bouncing around out of my mind, so much going on in my head but furiously cleaning and scrubbing. It is karma for my jokey response to Mama Mouse (connection to her name is purely coincidental) about our cute little mouse that we got rid of with our humane mouse trap. Seems they are not gone and I'm horrified to find mouse poop where there ought not to be in our kitchen.
Overnight I have transformed the kitchen and thank goodness for the new unit I have been putting in as that can be a safe and secure home for some of our wares whilst the decks are completely cleared. Everything is being dishwashed or washed and sanitised. More to do though so I'm up early to continue my zealous activity.
I'd rather be blogging about my important day out on Thursday/Friday but that has to wait. I'd like to spend time looking through and commenting on Zandperl's photos of London that she has finally posted but that has to wait too.
I have clients who pay well and work that needs doing but I've been flaffing around with outings and mouses and then on top of it all I actually asked my parents to stay this Bank Holiday weekend from Sunday night for two whole nights. I have a tolerable relationship with them, it is my mum's birthday and she was obviously at a loose end going into "poor little me" mode. Also, she has moved to a Mac computer on my sister's advice and is now obviously struggling with using it and moans about it all the time. Mr Doris and I are very geeky but are not Mac users. Luckily my daughter does have more contact with them at college so she will do the bulk of helping my mother.
Nevertheless, I feel I have a kitchen that is not yet fit for human habitation; a guest room to bring up to scratch; clients who deserve a weekend miracle; other work that needs doing; a mad mother visiting and I should be the good hostess and need to shop and prepare (preparation is everything and means everything goes smoothly); and I'd rather blog more than this!
Like Fugazi I'll not blog or read blogs whilst they are here in case they realise I have one!
I'd better continue with my bouncing around trying not to go out of my mind.
Boing boing boing boing.......
Find the holes and pack them with wire wool, or at a pinch fluffed up brillo pads.
Wire wool has no smell to it - they head towards their exit hole and scratch their noses. Its a slow death, not being able to smell for food (which is how they navigate) but they could always just get out the way they came in.
Hey, if you wash the kitchen down completely once you are clear, dont use caustic soda! I tried it too strong and it melts paint.
My husband loaded the trap AGAIn ... but the cheese goes missing and the mouse does too! LOL Guess we'll need to consider a different method of trapping ... perhaps your humane traps.
You sound like you are going to be very busy! If you don't see this for awhile ... I hope you managed to stay sane whilst you were so OCCUPIED with all things OTHER than blogging!
As for your mother ... at least she can use a computer! A lot of older people are frightened of them and refuse to have anything to do with them!
Scot
If all else fails sneak off and have a nice glass of a good wine.
sounds as though you are extremely busy & i selfishly want your blog brain back all to us bloggers!!! hurry & get all that tedious stuff done so you can have fun!
When we lived in Tennessee our neighbors were untidy and rats came to the apartment. I had an air rifle and dispatched one, but another I only wounded so we had a 3-legged rat for quite some time after that.
Today we have two residents, Oscar and Mahalia, whose predatory habits render persistent mouse infestation unlikely.