I thought they had said this river was drying up and that was really bad. I’m confused. Much flooding worldwide. Crazy weather and earthquakes. May God protect us all.
Getting the scoop (on the poop)
I am not as beside myself as yesterday.
Usually, after waiting 24 hours, I can work out a game plan.
So here’s what I’m going to do.
Tomorrow I will contact an exterminator. I want to see who those poops belong to. After looking at them a little more closely today, I have my doubts about them being mouse droppings. Not to gross you out, but they seem to be the wrong shape . I am wondering if they are chipmunk droppings, so I want a professional consultation. I know they are not rat droppings, or rabbit droppings, so we can leave it to the pro.
After identifying the culprit he can let me know what the cost will be and I will discuss it with my landlord.
That ought to be fun.
Had to pick up my prescription today, and the skies looked like they were about to open up, but I dodged that bullet, too.
I will keep you posted. (I have such an exciting life, don’t I?)
Have a good night, all.
See you tomorrow.
God bless everybody.
Patty (I know it’s not this guy’s droppings).
Puppy Court
US couple describes escaping the Nepal flood.
This must be the most terrifying thing that could take place. This couple from the US describes what it was like.
Cats who really destroy stuff.
Some very interesting photos
A very creative way to rescue six newborn kittens.
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty
What a difference a day makes.
The title of the old jazz classic says it all.
Yesterday, if you remember, was pretty positive and I felt great by the end of the day.
This morning, I went into the bedroom. I don’t go in there all that often, because I spend most of my time downstairs and have been reserving the bedroom for the next big project. I had been in there about 4 days ago, and when I went over to the bed this morning, there on my nice, blinding white sheet were several piles of mouse poop.
I was totally disgusted.
We never had mice in this apartment. Ever. Not in almost 50 years.
Well, now I’ve got ’em.
Does it have to be something every day? Always a new, seemingly monumental problem for me to have to rectify all by myself.
It may not sound like much to you guys, but it’s yet another thing on my plate. I’m running out of patience and my coping mechanism is wearing out. If I could just get a break. A real break.
I’m telling you, if my daughter lived in this state I would have just gone out, turned on my car and driven to her house.
Tomorrow, I will address this. I have peppermint oil, which is supposed to repel rodents, so I’ll bring that into play.
I’ll ask God to give me a hand. I know I will be sweating the Hanta virus while I vacuum it up (I’m a germophobe), but somehow it will get done.
Sorry about the rant, but who else can I complain to?
Have a good night, all.
See you tomorrow.
God bless everybody.
Patty
These are just what I need right now