This year seems to be a big one for interacting with fellow life-forms that want to share our living space, uninvited. Even the puppy has worms that didn’t get eliminated the first time we tried.
We’re pretty used to encountering pests in this line of work. Renovating houses means you start out with houses in bad shape and that have been empty for a good amount of time. I can remember being attacked by fleas upon entering a house where the pets left them behind. And folks who leave food sitting around in their haste to flee (not flea) tend to bring in a lot of cockroaches. We just deal with it.
We are always having to remind contractors to clean up food so that fewer new “residents” show up. They forget.
Today I’ll share one story of our current pest invasion, and tomorrow I’ll share how we are dealing with it.
The Latest Visitors
As I mentioned in the previous Pesky Pests post (try saying that quickly over and over), the bats, ants, and the termites were not the last plague to descend upon one of our houses. This time it’s over at the Hermits’ Rest ranch, where Lee and I live in Cameron.
It crept up slowly. I noticed a few suspicious droppings in the guest room. There weren’t many, so I figured a mouse had come in through the dog door or something. Lee said he thought the dogs had taken care of it. OK.
And I knew that mice and rats occasionally come into the garage. It’s in a field, after all, and not sealed. What I did NOT expect was for them to get into our cars. Lee reported a mouse in his. Sure, he keeps a bunch of food debris in there. Then, my sister and I got into MY car to go somewhere, when something moved on the dashboard. The cutest little mouse ever. After shrieking a bit from the surprise, I gently shewed him or her out.
We guessed they were coming in the air conditioning ducts, so I closed them all off and thought I was done with it.
Nope. Yesterday as I was loading things into my car to go back to Austin, I noticed that the dog treat I’d left on the console had moved. And hey, the straw was out of the Dairy Queen cup I’d forgotten to put away. Oops, there was also missing plastic on the lid. Then, a perky gray rodent face greeted me when I opened the trunk. “Dude, how’d you get in there?” I wondered.
I couldn’t get it out like I could the previous one, so the puppy and I took it with us, with no incident.
Naturally, I spent all day at work trying to figure out how I was going to get rid of that mouse.
Sigh. When I got in the car, I saw a “sleeping” mouse in the passenger seat. I guess the plastic didn’t agree with him (it was a he). Problem solved.
I got sort of sick to my stomach. That was icky. The queasy feeling got worse when I called Lee to tell him about it, and while he was on the phone, he found TWO mice in drawers in the guest room. Two mice mean baby mice.
Good grief, it’s an invasion. What do we do?