mice = argh! ew! blech!

I feel like I've been in a frenzied state since Friday morning. J left for a camping trip early that morning, and after breakfast I noticed mice droppings in our oven drawer. I had discovered mice droppings underneath our kitchen sink the week before - and I had hoped that we had taken care of the problem back then, since we didn't catch anything in the traps. Anyhow, Friday's revelation in the oven drawer was the beginning of several more disgusting mice revelations...and this weekend quickly became more and more unpleasant. Last night I spent 6 1/2 hours cleaning and disinfecting our stuffed-to-the-brim pantry.

I could complain more about the rest of my weekend: how I escaped the disinfecting for a few hours to hike Cave Hole Trail, but the hike was disappointing (I had high hopes to see a lot of cool sinkholes and caves, but we only saw two holes along the fairly steep trail); how the exterminator didn't show up today; how Sam whined all day long (he was hot but we couldn't leave the house because I thought the exterminator would still come - and there was no way I was going to take Sam in the cool basement: J saw a mouse down there). I could elaborate even further, but I think I'll stop. The point is: I had a bad weekend, for a multiplicity of reasons. And my frustration and stress level just increase my intolerance for these pesky mice. I want them DEAD AND GONE.

I have to admit that things have been better, since J came back from his lil' camping excursion this evening. We went out to eat tonight (there's no way I'm cooking in Kitchen o' Mouse Haven) and had a fun time with Sam afterward at an air-conditioned play area. And J helped me finish the disinfecting/poison-laying/repelling tonight. I just noticed another dropping-laden area in our basement, but I'm too tired to attack that room right now. I'd rather stay up in our bedroom (two floors above the basement, one floor above the kitchen), and hope that they can't come up here.

Ew. Ew. Ew.