The final chapter has been written in the saga of the mouse war, and true to any good story, there's an expected twist.
We went for days without seeing any evidence of the little rodent. No droppings on the porch, no blurred movement streaking past the door, and no skinny little tail disappearing into the bushes. Nada. He seemed to have appeared so suddenly...could he have disappeared as quickly? What was he up to?
He went for a swim...only he couldn't. Well, he probably could swim for a while but without a way to get out of the pool, he drown. We had a real gully-washer and it's possible he was an unwilling swimmer but like the occasional lizard or tree frog, he ended up in the skimmer. Ewww! I was, however, glad to be rid of the little rascal. The Arnall household prevails!
So you can imagine my surprise to find a second dead mouse. I didn't know there was a second mouse. He met a similar fate, having jumped/fallen into a large bucket I keep on the back patio for mixing chemicals for the pool. I guess you could say he'd fallen and couldn't get up as the bucket is slick and deep. We win another mouse war we didn't even know we were fighting.
Ummmm...wait a minute. One plus one equals a pair. Could there be little orphan meeces on the premises? Maybe I need to retract that statement about the final chapter. Only time will tell.
Oh my, you sure do have a way with words, Brenda! Got a good giggle and an appropriate ewww at the fate if these mice.
And let's just hope there aren't any orphans "floating" around!
Posted by: Jeanne | July 06, 2009 at 06:38 AM