Shauna has always threatened various reasons for which we’d have to grab the lawnmower’s gas and turn the house into a pile of ashes. Most of them were dealing with the disrepair of various parts of our house (roof, swamp cooler, plumbing). She did, however, make a special case for burning down the house if we had a mouse problem. As of last night, I know that we meet that condition.
Yes, we have a mouse. I was taking my water glass to the kitchen last night and saw the little booger scurry across the counter and under one of the eyes of the stove. I saw him long enough to recognize him as a grey mouse before his disappearance under the top of the range. Despite my attempts, I couldn’t dislodge him right then and went to bed.
This morning, I checked all the cabinets and couldn’t find him anywhere. I promptly made an appointment with the Orkin man to permanently eradicate those little pests and keep them out with some of the strongest pest control services we can find. He’s swinging by Monday afternoon to take care of what I learned are deer mice. While he’s at it, he’ll take care of ants, roaches, spiders, and pretty much every other thing that should be outside these walls.
In the meantime, I’m hiding all of the matches from Shauna…