A Photo a Day - Day 15
Note: 2/15 or roughly 13 percent of my posts have now referenced mice. Not good.
Here's the exact transcript of a conversation my wife and I had yesterday morning:
Wife: "Did you notice the gap under the garage door?"
Me: "I did."
Wife: Pause. Expecting more of a response from me. Pause. "Can't mice fit underneath there?"
Me: "They probably can. Did you know mice don't have collar bones and that's why they can squeeze through such tight spaces."
Wife: Pause. "Shouldn't we do something about it?"
Me: "Yes. I already added those mice resistant metal pieces to the garage door moldings but need to fix that too." Smiles a proud smile.
The gap wasn't addressed yesterday.
And at approximately 12:37 A.M this morning, the hellish sound returned.
Pfft, pfft, pfft. Scratch, scratch, scratch.
I turned up the volume on the TV, praying she wouldn't hear it.
For another seven hours.
Wife: "I heard the mouse last night."
The phrase the mouse hurt. Not a mouse, but the mouse, implying the break-in was inevitable.
I couldn't get to fixing the mouse entrance today either. Work got in the way. But I do have an interim solution, one discovered by my wife who BTW, is an absolute fountain of cool and of-the-day knowledge. We'd all spontaneously combust without her.
No, it's not cheese, but I so want to take a bite out of it.
It's Fels-Naptha soap and beyond its incredible cleaning powers and ridiculously cheap cost, it also allegedly repels mice.
So I chopped off some healthy chunks on the cutting board and generously spread them along the garage floor.
Should buy me another week.