My husband, the mouse hunter
Jeff & I can't seem to do anything without it being a HUGE adventure. And I do mean anything. Last Saturday we were weeding our playset. You may wonder why we have to weed our sandbox. That would be because the fabulous people who put the playset up didn't properly put the bottom in. Instead of having one sheet of rubber and then covering it with woodchips, they put down multiple sheets and imagine this: WEEDS grow through the spaces!!!!! Of course it is our own fault we haven't weeded it since May, but we have had better things to do with our time.
We both were working to pull all of the weeds out Saturday when I noticed what looked like an upside down birds nest on the outside of the playset. I immediately thought it was mice. So I say to my fearless husband, "When I go inside, could you please take care of this?" Not that I am that scared of mice, I just didn't want to see what was going to happen to the little pests. SO I continue weeding about 3 feet from the mouse house and turn my IPOD back on. Suddenly I see Jeff approach the mouse house with a stick and start jabbing at it. I thought maybe he was just trying to figure out how to remove it/how heavy it was. Oh no, he was out for blood, because suddenly I hear squeaking over my IPOD, so I turn to see Jeff running away from the mouse house, looking totally petrified, leaving me 3 feet away to be attacked by mice. When I asked Jeff why he didn't wait until I was in the house to do this, he seemed confused. Next time, I am just going to get a cat from the humane society and turn it loose in the yard.
We both were working to pull all of the weeds out Saturday when I noticed what looked like an upside down birds nest on the outside of the playset. I immediately thought it was mice. So I say to my fearless husband, "When I go inside, could you please take care of this?" Not that I am that scared of mice, I just didn't want to see what was going to happen to the little pests. SO I continue weeding about 3 feet from the mouse house and turn my IPOD back on. Suddenly I see Jeff approach the mouse house with a stick and start jabbing at it. I thought maybe he was just trying to figure out how to remove it/how heavy it was. Oh no, he was out for blood, because suddenly I hear squeaking over my IPOD, so I turn to see Jeff running away from the mouse house, looking totally petrified, leaving me 3 feet away to be attacked by mice. When I asked Jeff why he didn't wait until I was in the house to do this, he seemed confused. Next time, I am just going to get a cat from the humane society and turn it loose in the yard.
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I HATE MICE! We also just had a mouse episode...they were in the bushes right outside the front door. I swear those things are out to get me! Needless to say, the condo people took out the slightly over grown bushes after a frantic phone call from me. Boys need to take care of the mice without us. I agree
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