'Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the house
not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse;
Thanks to the Orkin man!
Yesterday marked the one month anniversary of us moving to Dogwood. A couple weeks ago when I was doing laundry I thought I heard scampering in the walls. But since we didn't see any evidence of little four-legged roommates, Aaron thought it was just my imagination. Over the weekend Aaron pulled down a bit of insulation that was in between some ceiling studs in the basement storage area. With the insulation came lots of evidence - lots of droppings. (The insulation just happened to be underneath the laundry room too!) Well, I was thoroughly disgusted!!!!
And so it was that I began to plan the mass extermination - genocide - utter and complete annihilation of our unwelcome housemates. This morning the Orkin man came to my rescue. Perhaps we could have gotten rid of them ourselves for less money. But I fully intend to have a picture-book perfect Christmas this year - and even storybooks insist that mice quite simply aren't invited!
So, thank you, Mr. Orkin man. Thank you for coming the very next day - I'll sleep so much better tonight! Thank you for being an accomplice to murder - I doubt anyone's gonna press charges for this one. And thank you for complimenting my Christmas decorations (and even asking where I bought some of them 'cause you think your "wife would simply love them" too!). (Those of you on Facebook can fully appreciate my excitement in his complimenting my decorations! It was SO worth staying up late to get the tree done!) Thank you for helping us have a very Merry (mouse-free) Christmas! After all, in my mind the problem is completely taken care of now that you've been here and done your thing. Mice ... what mice?
"Happy Christmas to all,
and to all a good-night."