TATTLETALE, TATTLETALE

We arrived home on Sunday afternoon after being away after almost a week only to be greeted by a certain son who shall remain nameless (because he's even more private than his father).   Practically the first words out of his mouth were... "Hey Dad, you really should be monitoring mom's blog."

Of course right away Ian wanted to know just what I had been writing about. 

"Um...  just about how you thought those mirrors went on the floor."

"It was the way you described it."

"uh huh, you're right."

I was hoping that by agreeing, the conversation would end quickly and it would be forgotten.  

It seems I not only have just a mouse problem but a "rat" problem as well.

MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL

My husband is a constant source of amusement to me.  He doesn't mean to be funny, he just is.  He wouldn't be so funny if he just asked a straight up question but he always tacks something on the end that makes me laugh hysterically which does not impress him, which makes it all the funnier.  

Ian (reading my facebook page over my shoulder): "What does lol mean?... lots of love?"  

Tonight we were in a home furnishing store and he spotted some huge mirrors and by huge I mean huge.

Ian: "Look at the size of those mirrors."

Me: "Those are the kind that sit on the floor."

Ian: "What?... really?... you put them on the floor and walk on them?  (This was asked in all seriousness).

Me (trying to contain my laughter): "No, you just don't hang them up, you rest them against the wall."

Right now, his back is turned to me and I am plugging my nose so he can't hear me snickering.

OF MICE AND WOMAN

That friend of mine was right.. the one that pointed out that there is always more than just one mouse. 

Yes, a whole punk gang was making themselves quite at home in my pantry.  They were getting the best of me too, eating chocolate chips, pasta noodles, and fine Belgian chocolate to their hearts' content.  They were having a grand old time being all rowdy, stealing the bait and setting off my traps.  They were having a great time at my expense.  Sure I managed to catch one a few weeks ago but I realized later that it was the stupid fat one of the bunch.  He probably drew the short straw when they came across my new state of the art traps.   I'll have to hand it to them, none of them were silly enough to get caught by another one afterwards.  I was smug.  "Ha" I thought "I'll have to tell Ange there was only one."   I never saw another sign of the mice after catching the one.  I really thought I had taken care of the problem.  Then one night as I watching a movie, one came out to taunt me.  He stopped, looked right at me as if to say "Yeah that's right lady, me and my gang eat your food, poop where we want and there's nothing you can do about it."  I could see his courage waiver a bit when his revelation didn't elicit the reaction he thought it would.  No scream escaped my lips, my feet stayed firmly in place and I could see his panic rise when I narrowed my eyes.  He didn't know who he was messing with.

The challenge was on and even though I think it inhumane, the very next day I purchased 4 glue traps.  As of today, there are three less mice in the house. 

Sorry little mice but what you didn't realize is that I was once the mother to four teenage boys, that's right, four.  I thrive on challenge.