There are a few things that I really don’t like about living in a country home. And, there is one thing that I downright hate.

It’s not the ugly yellow and teal tile in the kitchen. No. In fact, I’ve kind of grown to love that kitschy tile and how I’ve made it “work” with a few pieces of décor.

It’s not the “farm toilet” in the middle of the laundry room. It makes no sense whatsoever and it should so NOT be considered a bathroom. But I’m okay with it.

It’s not the mountains of dust, dirt, rocks, gravel, grass bits, dog hair and goatheads that constantly litter the floor. The curse of living off a dirt road. Ok, so that one does really bug me, but I can live with it.

It’s this…

Mice. Constantly. Dirty, grubby, creepy little mice. In our house!

Last night, as I was just out of the shower, standing in nary but a towel, one of these little suckers ran from under the bed over to the closet, just inches from my feet. It scared the hell out of me. It’s not that I’m afraid of them. It’s that I truly hate them… and how they skitter around running from corner to corner, eating my granola bars and leaving their little brown “presents” here and there.

I’ve had to get over the fact that having a mice problem doesn’t mean that our house is dirty or that we’re gross people. It just means we live in 70+ year old house full of holes and cracks and gaps, in the middle of orchards and wild lands, and that it’s warm and cozy and filled with food and resting places.

But I don’t have to like them. And I don’t have to save their lives. No, I don’t catch and release mice. They will end up back in the house within minutes, I’m sure. Instead, I constantly set traps, baited with a lightly melted chunk of Snickers bars. They love it and they can’t get enough. Most of the time, I never see the mice, until I or Ryan have to dispose of a trap. But last night… ugh. It was the last straw.

As I jumped onto the bed and demanded for Ryan to “Kill it, kill it, kill it!” I began to think about how nice it will be to leave this little country home and it’s critters behind. Due to high tech pest control and prevention systems built into our new home, I don’t think we’ll have a problem like this. Though… I will miss my hero, Ryan, standing shirtless in boxers, headlamp on his forehead and a BBQ spatula in his right hand… trapping that mouse in the corner of the closet, and ending that little creep’s life.

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One thought on “Things that make you go "AGGHHH!"

  1. Amy says:

    Oh, that is CLASSIC! LOL!!!

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