If you live on this side of the United States, you know it snowed.
We got a good three inches, if not four. Fat, fluffy snow that makes the yard looked quilted. Stuck to everything, so it is lovely. It didn't get above 26 degrees today, so we still have it with us. I think the wind chill factor in the morning will be ten degrees.
But they promise a better afternoon, highs in the forties.
Of course I nagged encouraged Husband to build a fire in the 'real' fireplace. It's been so very nice as we have taken down all the Christmas decorations today.
Right now the house looks like someone ransacked it, but it will take less than half an hour to have it looking pre-Christmas again.
During all this, we had company. He forgot his pants and left them in the living room.
You'd think as cold as it is outside....
AND
We had another mouse!
Have we become a mouse motel and no one told us? The drama ended when all three cats surrounded the tiny thing, Frost hissing at it (!) and all of them going in for the kill.
Husband jumped in the middle, caught the trembling half inch long mouse in a paper towel and took it down the road, into the woods on the other side.
I am sure neighbors will thank us profusely.
What a day!
Guess I'll go clean up the kitchen now.
Better that than help with the rest of the Christmas stuff.
Plus, I gotta find a place to put his pants.
Okay, so the charred rat was taken away to the woods, the air finally cleared and our house was beginning to get warm again.
I went out to the studio to blog and do some other work on my computer, when out of the corner of my eye I saw something scurrying close to the baseboards.
I'm sure you know what this was.
I sat really still, and in a few minutes, the mouse got braver and came out into the room, about two feet from me. When it started toward me, I said, "Okay, that's a little too brave." I started clapping my hands and the mouse spazzed.
Frantically trying to find a tiny uncovered place underneath the door that leads to the garage, it kept banging its head on the rug that was stuffed there. But finally, it found the place where it had come in and disappeared.
Mice: 2 Humans 0. (I know the first one fried, but talk about disrupting our lives!)
I gave Husband the good news. He asked, "Do I have to kill it?"
"Not if you don't mind all our wires being chewed in half. The choice is yours."
He sighed heavily and set traps.
No sign of a creature stirring today.
Not even a mouse.
