For those of you that are STILL here - well, it hasn't been a great new year yet. I was on vacation the last week of December and returned to work on January 5th. Nothing too major to come back to at work - except they took our work from home (WFH) day away - so that's sad. For the last year, we have been able to telecommute one day each week and let me tell you, it was WONDERFUL!! The sheer fact of not having to comb my hair or get out of my jammies for one full day? It made me LURV my job all that much more. But, now there is no more WFH. I take it back, it's not sad. . . . it SUKS! Really, the price of gas has gone up AGAIN and that one day really did make a difference. And, no, we're not paying $4/gallon - YET - but still, it was nice to NOT leave the house unless absolutely necessary (i.e. lack of fudgsicles).
But, THAT is not what my blog is about tonight. No, my story of HORROR tonight is THIS: Another
Seriously - this SHIT is NOT for the faint of heart.
I found the mouse "evidence" (sigh) In. My. Car!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh. Holy. Fucking. Baby. Jesus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
People, seriously - I think I may have been driving around with this rodent for quite some time now! And? Let's get real here - where there's one there's more than one - yes? Anyone want to buy a 2006 Conv. Beetle Bug? I mean, I haven't
So tonight, I decided that it would be a good night to clean everything out of my car and I discovered my CAR MATS had been CHEWED on (and NOT by Daisy!!!) And there was torn up napkins with little "teeth marks", and it was when I took my car mats out to actually VIEW the chew marks - that's when the "evidence" mouse shit fell out all over the snow!! So, I cleaned it all out - vacuumed like I've NEVER vacuumed before, and I even - oh my god - put a mouse trap INSIDE my car.
Ok - this is how tomorrow is going to go down, so for those of you that read my blog and live in the same town as me - take note. If I go out to my car tomorrow morning and there's a dead mouse (or god forbid), a LIVE mouse in the mouse trap, I. Will. Die. Literally, I will pass out and FREEZE TO DEATH in my garage. So, my fellow peeps, if you don't hear from me by 9am, call 911 and send them to the MOUSE HOUSE.
If you have any ideas on how to get rid of this NIGHTMARE that I'm living right now, please let me know!