Squeaks and Eeks...

We're having quite the discussion here at the ranch.  You see the girls have shared a bedroom since nearly day one.  This house has room for them to be split up.  Some days they really want to have their own space.  Other days they are inseparable.  So I casually bring up the fact that maybe we could get that near-empty room going... and used for one of them.  Well it was just nearly like Dec. 7, 1941 if you know what I mean.  Both want to move.  Both want a new bedroom set.  Both want... well you get the picture.  The funny thing is that their own bedroom actually has a bathroom attached.  Ample room.  A large closet (without a light I might add).  So!  I was perusing on-line tonight and saw a bed I love.  But it is stinkin' expensive.  So I'll look at the picture awhile and hope that it goes to 80% clearance.  Or not.

And now we move on to mice.  Today I was filling a bird feeder in the garage.  And just as I reached the bag I see little black, rodent-like movement.  If I was a cartoon I would have stood on top of the shelf and screamed.  I didn't.  But I did gasp (I think).  And so we pull out a trap.  Armed it with peanut butter and a few of those delicious seeds that he or she were trying to get at.  Walk into the house.  Come back out a few minutes later and peek just out of curiosity and see a tail.  Ick.  I yell for the very helpful son that lives here.  He gets a shovel.  A bag.  And quickly disposes of Mickey.  Well!  So I said to him, maybe we should set another one just in case.  More peanut butter.  A few more tasty seeds.  Walked into the house.  A few minutes later I need something from the garage.  Peek out of mild curiosity again knowing full well that there was hardly enough time.  But sure enough!  Minnie!  (disclaimer:  I know someone named Minnie and she wasn't in our garage).  Oh boy.  A family.  I set another one and as this incredibly riveting blog entry is being typed, there isn't another one in there... yet.  (just peeked.  There's a FROG in the trap now!)

Halloween must be coming.  I walked past the office and saw a witch in there... 

Wishing once again I was somewhere else.  A lot of dear people I know are at this place.  Wearing galoshes I hope.  Word is that it is wet there... like sopping.  But it'll be good days nonetheless.