What did the fox say?
I don’t know where to start so I’ll just jump in. We predicted problems in the fall and winter with temperature and mice. We have a full kitchen set up in the basement now. She bought a second cart to use to hold food, there is a garbage, there is recycling and more small appliances than you can count. The mice are going to LOVE IT when they discover it. We’ve always had mice down there but we’ve never had food. Jackpot.
Last week at bedtime when S was reading to T there was a knock at the door. “come in!” S said. Our roommate was there saying “Do you have any D-Con?” “No - not in here.” he said as he put the book down. “Oh, because a mouse ran by me yesterday.” “In the living room??” (shocked because mice are usually sneakier than running around with lights and TV’s on). “No - outside when I was smoking.”
So you saw a mouse outside?
Fast forward a week to last night when I brought T down to bed. She popped up to a seated position on the couch to tell me that the night before she had the crap scared out of her when a large animal was behind her as she was smoking. It was bigger than a squirrel. It was behind “that crap you guys have down there” and was big enough to move the sleds. “Ooh - so maybe a raccoon or a fox?” She shrugged and said “I don’t know I just thought ‘these people need to call an exterminator or I don’t know who to take care of all these pests.”
Did you just refer to us as “these people?” Because I have news for you. These people are the only thing between you having a home and being homeless. I’m beyond asking for gratitude. I would just like awareness.
Call an exterminator?? No ma’am. I live in the woods. Don’t you DARE tell me how to spend my money when I am already facing the reality that it is my money that is going to support you forever.
Perhaps if you’re afraid of creatures that skulk in the night you could try sleeping at night.
This morning S was up early and in the kitchen at 5 am getting ready for work. Upon hearing him our new roommate came upstairs to tell him about the animal. Being very skilled and evasive at speaking with his mother he changed the subject quickly instead telling her how he couldn’t sleep because he was stressed about her town home and she .. and I quote… “quietly awkwarded herself right back downstairs.”
Wouldn’t it be something if she could come up and sit with her sun and just visit in the quiet hours of the morning instead if recognizing a golden opportunity to complain to him without me being there?