mouse. for real.
for real. seriously.
my little mouse story below OBVIOUSLY needs a new ending. or should be re-written. whatever. all i know is that THERE WAS A MOUSE. i was not wrong, people!!!!
so after 3 weeks of our trailer sitting at the dealer for service (people of utah!!! do NOT go to blaine jensen for service. they call it service, we call it crap! anywho...) we walk into the trailer and what are the words i hear come out of my sweet, loving husband's mouth??? 'UM...I SEE MOUSE POOP!'
huh?!?!?!
'no no,' i tell him. 'it was the branches, remember?!?!?'
riiiight. branches, my butt.
lo and behold, i peek over the where audrie and i originally heard the squeaks 4 week ago and hmm... mouse poop!
ever notice how they look like those chocolate sprinkles you put on your frozen yogurt?? anyway...
so begins the 48 hour long process of cleaning, sealing, steam cleaning the carpets, and setting traps. the only thing i could think of was contracting the Hantavirus. poor me, poor emmett. i'd say poor matt, but he believes he is invincible (as most men do. :) ). i don't do mice. they disgust me, gross me out, and i don't even like looking at a trap. just writing this makes me want to vomit.
ok, so long story short- i was right!!! ah, sweet, sweet victory! it took all the strength that i had not to point my finger at matt and say, 'i told you so.' we needed to work together as a team here and besides, why beat a dead horse? i am very careful to pick my battles anyway. :)
so now we have an uber clean place that is mouse poop free. the traps have been set for 5 days and so far no mouse. SO GOOD!
ah, the rodent-free life!
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