‘In the wee small hours of morning, when the whole wide world is fast asleep’ ~ David Mann
I, among many of the population on earth, need a solid night’s sleep – uninterrupted, pleasant, dream-filled, cozy under the covers sleep. Until recently I had absolutely no trouble achieving this state of bliss, however an unsettling combination of extended winter weather and unwanted house guests has altered my sleep patterns. No longer do I crawl under my duvet and let the weariness of the day pull down the blankets of my eyelids. Gone are the nights that the vivid colors of my dreams paint my continually sleep filled nights.
Like an imperceptible alarm clock, disease-infested rodents descend into my walls at approximately 2:30 every morning. As I lay in what should be my haven, I am disturbed by sounds that are amplified enough to make me think I have underestimated the size of these cute, furry little creatures. With an imagination as over-active as mine I picture a sentinel of unearthly mutations methodically surrounding their acquired target. Their tyrannical approach into my home has left me reaching into my arsenal for a full on war.
Akin to a good soldier, I have adapted to my situation with weapons that I have on hand. There is no delay when you are under attack from a known enemy who can wreak absolute havoc in an otherwise stable environment. My walls are my fortress. My house is my oasis. The gnawing sounds coming from inside my home in those wee hours are my motivation. These adorable looking vermin have threatened to devastate the structure and integrity of my humble abode and I am a woman scorned.
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Human nature dictates that we all yearn most for what we cannot have. I retain my defensive stance in this fight and vow to achieve what I yearn for – that unadulterated, all-encompassing feeling of being swallowed into a vast sea of dreams. As I imagine just a small rind of an orange sun on the horizon of my sleep, I will be awaiting the moment that the canvas of my night will be splashed in a new landscape of color. Au revoir, rodents!!
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We had mice, and the 3 am scurry was maddening.
Get a pro. Totally worth it to get the fuzzy bastards out.
If you see any selfie’s of me dressed like Rambo….send back up!!
Be kind to our little furry buggers! Look at that adorable picture!
Trap and release, my friend.
I’d like to release them in the States. Do you think they like the car?
I have a mouse preserve about six blocks from where I live. I’ll take good care of ‘im!
*boxing and shipping – need your address!! 😉
Yuck! I’m with El Guapo, hire a pro and zap um!
They’re awful little buggers!
I’m with the other Rodent Ridders – time to call your version of Pest Control People. Yikes.
I’m not so sure I could catch and release them (they would need to be hundreds of miles away for me to be comfortable!) Good luck getting rid of the critters.
They must have read my post yesterday – not a peep last night!!
Good luck with the moose
You and my wife share the “house is oasis” deal. I always feel confined. I honestly think I was meant to move around, be a nomad. My wife and I have talked about traveling and moving to another country after the kids leave the house.
Try peanut butter on the traps. My grandfather used to do that and it worked.
My house is quite small but I have a big deck and that is where I spend much of my time. I can’t see either neighbors house so it really is a lovely secluded oasis for me. And if you guys are traveling….you can come and visit me in Muskoka!! 🙂
You know how much I despise these things. I agree with Guap – get someone in and eradicate (they’re too darn sneaky and hard to get rid of without help) xxx