Yeah folks, you heard right.  We have been bombarded with mice. (Maybe bombarded is too strong of a word).  Ok, we have been invaded.  Now Mr Graycrew has been diligently setting traps and they have remained empty for the last 2 weeks.   So great, mice problem solved-right?  Nope. 

I was talking to Mr Graycrew the other day on the phone when I noticed our dog had her attention on something under the pool table.  Thinking that one of the children left a snack under there, (No, not my kids, they know better than that. Rolling eyes here) I casually moved a storage container of Magnetos so GrayDog could clean up after them.  Well, it wasn’t crumbs. It was a mouse.  I shrieked into the phone and jumped onto the nearest chair, causing my dear husband to go deaf. (Remember, I was on the phone with him)  It got away from Graydog, but she managed to catch it later and proceeded to eat it.  Who needs a cat anyway?  I keep telling myself it was the same mouse…Mr Graycrew will be home tomorrow and he’ll take care of traps.  Till then, I’ve got my mouser!!

So this week has been spent thoroughly cleaning nearly every nook and cranny of this 4000sf house. That’s in addition to our normal school routine.  I’m finding the time in the evenings. With hubby gone, it gives me something to do.  Let’s call it early nesting folks, shall we?