At least they are outside and not in. I’ve had to deal with mice in my house several times before. Remember the story of my 8 siblings? Well… one time we had to stay in an old shack that had been hollowed out by mice, squirrels, and other creatures of the woods. It was musty and grungy from their urine and droppings. The door on the house had been left open. The previous occupants never expected or intended that it would be needed again.
My poor mother couldn’t handle mice. Just the thought of them sent shivers through her. As brave as she had been with everything else that had come to her in life, she couldn’t face the devil-of-a-task it would be to clean this hovel. She was desperate, so I volunteered to take it on. I gingerly went through the place door by door and cupboard by cupboard. The high and rank smell of the left-over urine filled the place.
I started to bleach every nook. I conquered the kitchen and was feeling pretty good about my progress. Next was the bedroom where an old dresser was still standing against a moldy wall in a state of disrepair. The drawers sat askew of each other and the handles were old and decrepid. The top drawer held nothing but a splatter of history from the buildings predecessors. The 2nd was just dirty from over-extended use. I could tell why it had been left behind, but I felt it could be a useful addition to our meager belongings – if only for temporary use. The 3rd door was sticky and ajar. As it creaked open I saw grey, fluffy matter in the interior. No……yes! – it was the makings of a mouse nest. A big one that filled half the drawer. I yanked it open farther and in haste made a full two-step retreat. Nothing moved inside the dreadful mass. I found a stick and poked at the gobs of grey newspapers mixed with chewed up fabric and who knows what else. Suddenly a small mass of tiny, pink, hairless, wiggling mice were exposed. My heart leapt into my throat leaving an ache in the spot it left vacant in my chest…or so it seemed.
Then I had to talk to myself: “Oh hay – are you really scared of little pink babies”. “Yup!”, I replied. “Get over it silly…grab the stink’in drawer and run for the outside…and heave it far and wide”, I thought. I did. I di ii dd – far and very wide. Good thing nobody was in my path. That was my first mouse-spook.
Oh no…I just remembered the time in the cabin…ohhhh
…back to my point here: there are mouse tracks all over the lawn. They are incredulously numerous. They dig up dead grass and roots under the snow cover during the winter. This winter there wasn’t much frost because of the early snow in October – about the first week wasn’t it? They’ve done very well I imagine …and made many babies – uhhh!