Well, my claim of victory over our resident rodents seems to have been a bit premature. As in, 2 nights ago, I was kept awake by the sound of a mouse scrabbling around in the wall right by my head. This was not a sleep-inducing experience. I woke Larry up, though I don't know what I expected him to do at that moment. So then we both lay awake and listened to the scrabbling, until the mouse suddenly fell and landed on the metal heating duct and ran along it to the other end of the house. Sweet dreams!
So, yesterday, Larry manfully deployed traps under the kitchen sink and in the attic above our bedroom. I elected to stay in the living room last night to keep Rachel company, who is sleeping sitting up to prevent coughing spells (because someone has to be sick around here, you know). I was woken up sometime past midnight by that damn mouse running along the heating duct in the ceiling above the couch. So I left Rachel to fend for herself and went upstairs to listen to traps snap over my head instead.
But they didn't. Not yet, anyway. So now I am sitting here trying to decide where I can sleep tonight and not be reminded that our house is overrun with disgusting little rodents (and, no, I am not referring to the children).
I'd get a cat, but Theo's allergic. I know you're all dying to suggest that.
Knit Night went well this evening - I even talked to a woman who owns her own spinning wheel and I must admit that she does seem rather normal. Or maybe I've just been hanging out with this group too long. And I got to show off my very first mitten. It has a thumb and everything. I am quite proud.