There was a time in our blog life that we were unsatisfied. You may re read that entry
here if you so desire. In case you don't feel like clicking on the link I shall recap. This is the story of the mouse that came to live in our house. It was traumatizing and it ended with perhaps one of the greatest mouse killing stories of all time. John and JD locked themselves in the playroom where the mouse had been living. We had quarantined the mouse out there once we figured out it was there, and locked all the doors in and out. We set traps, nothing. And then John and JD entered in during a lunch break one day with a broom and a toy vacuum. There were amazing girlish screams, jumping, flinging, and then finally death.
No joke I spent the next 2 hours putting the playroom back together, JD and John had done that much damage in their quest for killing the mouse. In the little mouse's defense we provided a proper burial and tribute. See
here. Why revisit this lovely experience today?
Ruby has a house.
She loves this house. She bangs on the back door until she is let outside to freedom and runs into this house. It's hilarious. She LOVES it.
This house has friends.
Friends. Plural. They are putting our "little tiny mouse that lived in our house for a few days" to shame. We have killed a handful so far. Not enough for me and my Ruby who loves her house, rodent free.
The war is on. I am unsatisfied.