We only caught 2 mice in the garage. It appears one mice pooped in parts of lower up kitchen cabinets....and he did it all by his lonesome. It's been assumed the dead mouse smell, located in the bedroom under said cabinets, is the unlucky fella. I think he scampered in while the handyman was checking on house during cold snaps, at my request.
This is best case scenario, btw.
I'm going to start cleaning windows while sister waters trees after this post.
Later, we'll break down bedroom off downstairs kitchen and put in out building.
That space, instead, will officially become flex space with armoires scooted to walls for tables and chairs/dance floor or scooted back into room, as walls, for blow up bed/s.
The bed we're breaking down is a beautiful carved wood poster bed with matching single armoire and huge dresser with mirror. It was in youngest DD's bedroom in the big house. I still have the Gurls' Martha Stewart bedding, tattered a bit, but lovely and used during our stays...and....I feel almost nothing when I think of it. Maybe obligation.....to make their things available....to guard and keep safe. I'd say that's been a feature, conscious and unconscious. DD said she feels "ambivalent" about the set.....never thought of it "as hers." She's all for putting it in storage, which means she doesn't not care. I know DD24 cares about her piano and bedroom set.
The idea of opening up the down great room/kitchen area feels like cool fresh air blowing through my bones. That is a surprise to me. Heck, will have options for the pool table placement..... everything, really, can be arranged differently, except kitchen island. I wish we had installed vinyl flooring when down bathrooms were done. Just matched it all up. Oh well.
But all those peanut butter traps set in the house, and not one mouse caught. Later, we sanitize and put the mouse panic away.
Lighter
