The last few days one of the cats (Marbles, the gigantic one) has sat staring under the couch. Last night a mouse ran out. Mr. Incredible was able to capture it before Marbles did, and took it outside. Still Marbles sits staring under the couch. I sat there in my jammies last night trying to read, but it was very difficult to concentrate with a cat's head darting back and forth like he was watching a very tiny tennis match.
And we have flies. Geesh, you'd think we were slovenly, but I swear I do clean. And since we set the more rigid Juliette schedule, I even clean fairly frequently. There is one fly in the kitchen. Blech. I really want him out of there. But oddly, we also have 2 upstairs in the master bathroom.
I don't know. Maybe we are slovenly.
4 comments:
You can attract more flies with honey than with vinegar.
But if you really want flies, nothing beats a dead goat.
At least Marble is on the job when it comes to protecting you from rodent invasions. ;)
I had a nightmare the other day that mice kept coming out from under my husband's recliner and, not wanting to kill them, we'd get in the car, drive them 2 miles down the road and set them free.
I hate mice.
Have you checked the couch for a mouse nest? Gulp.
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