I'm not talking about seeing the first snowfall accumulation on Friday and hearing my husband rustle around in his ski pants at 5:00 am the next morning to ski up the Toll Road before work. The sound of winter is a noise that wakes me from a sound sleep at 3:30 am and makes me lose sleep. The noise of mice scurrying in our bedroom ceiling. It happened. Last night.
In bed I feared the worst and could not fall back asleep. Thoughts ran through my head. Could this little animal gnaw through the ceiling and fall on me while I sleep? I haven't seen any droppings and the fun size Snickers haven't been touched, maybe I'm just hearing things.
Just when I convinced myself that it must have been the wind against the window, I heard some more scurrying. I let out an Eek! and quickly covered my head with the covers and nudged my husband who simply rolled over and said, "There's nothing I can do right now." Geez, thanks for comforting me. At least I had the cat on the other side to protect me.
There you have it folks, the first sound of Winter. Tonight after work I will buy some peppermint oil and cotton balls and madly place them around the house because apparently mice hate the smell. I will also start researching how to shoot mice with a gun that I don't yet own. As for Drew, you better believe he'll be setting the traps with peanut butter.
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4 comments:
Don't forget to sprinkle bird seed on top of the peanut butter in the trap!
I mostly see rats around here. Huge. Rat. Traps. This does not mean that I do not validate your feelings -- my skin is feeling creepy crawly just thinking of a tiny mouse on my face!
I have been out of the blog loop, what fun to catch up on all your posty goodness :) xoxo
Oh, yes, that scurrying-in-the-ceiling noise! I know it well - RIGHT above our bed! And not one, but TWO cats just look up and take note, but move not a muscle!
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