this morning #1680.
this morning, it was a literal bloody massacre in my kitchen. i’d expected that the traps i’d set last night might catch two mice. maybe three. nope. there were more mice than there were traps. i’d say a dozen & a half. all dead or on the edge. at least there were no stray squeaks. i got the slop bucket out of the closet. put on a face mask & my thickest gloves. began collecting the bodies. poor little guys. if i’d known of some way to remove them quickly without killing them, i’d have done that. sadly, i don’t have that kind of time. can’t live life worrying about mice scurrying all over my home. nibbling my food. pooping where they please. i may not keep the place clean but i do need to keep at least some semblance of peace.