So, the other day Charlie comes upstairs and says, "This is war!". Apparently some of our little mice friends have become a bit too comfortable in our house.
First, he came out of the bathroom to have a mouse dash across the hall in front of him. Then, one ran across his bed. (Yuck!) Later, the final straw (which for me would have been the bed) was when two of them got into a staredown with Charlie in the hall. He said they both just stood there together, looking at him, daring him to cross the line. A declaration of war!
And now, they have infiltrated the main level. No longer to be lured by our traps, they have been seen scurrying through the kitchen, the living room and dining room.
Yep, this is war! Sorry, you cute little fur balls, but there just isn’t enough room for mice and men in this house. Your days are numbered.
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We’ve been having trouble with mice too. 🙁
And so has my best friend.
We’ve been having trouble with mice too. 🙁
And so has my best friend.