In reality, I think that is rarely the case. There is a spot, somewhere, unknown to me, that mice are entering the house, those sneaky little rodents.
I think we are ramping up towards another house inspection, because this morning (while trying to get Little M back to sleep), we heard the telltale nibbling of a mouse. I think it was in the attic. So I set some traps in the sunporch, because they generally end up there next. Hopefully it won't sneak into the kitchen (through a hole I suspect exists behind the dishwasher).
Darn these older fixer upper houses! If only rodents weren't so important in the world...
|A mouse trying to escape the dogs about a year ago - we all team up against them!|
|making an otherwise dreary morning more bearable :)|