I like to think of myself as a pretty humane person. I love my dog. Not to the point of dressing him in clothes and taking him everywhere with me, but I do let him sleep in my bed. I have a soft spot for almost all of God's creatures. At least I used to. I am slowly becoming hardened.
It all started with the mice that decided to crawl into our garage and make it their own fabric and food laden palace. I emptied the garage, cleaned everything, put things in plastic containers, hoping to avoid having to use traps to get rid of the little guys. It didn't work. So I purchased the little sticky traps with anesthesia so it would lull the little guys to sleep so they wouldn't suffer. The dog got them stuck to him, the mice would walk off with them stuck to their backs. They would squeal when you went to toss it in the trash. It was to hard on me. They were tiny and kind of cute. Chris kept telling me not to feel bad. They invaded us. I sucked it up, got more traps. That worked for a while. No more mice sightings. Rex isn't running scared into the house. Well, I guess it worked to well. Now we have a stinky problem. It seems that the little guys must have had more little guys and now they died in my wall and my whole downstairs stinks. Its nasty. Instead of pictures, I have those little air fresheners stuck to my walls. Its suppose to get real warm this weekend.
Next pest to invade Casa de Kendig is the stupid little ants. I don't think that they would bother me so much if they were regular size, but they are so mini. I spray them with glass cleaner, I sprinkle baking soda over their tracks, nothing is working. They just march over their dead comrade's bodies and around the baking soda. Finally, today I gave up and bought bug spray. We will see what happens.
You leave me alone, I will leave you alone.
4 comments:
What the...? I had no idea you were such an animal lover. You would get along well with the exterminator who told my mom that the gas he was spraying would make the ants "pass away." But you probably do not get along with Father Kendig who once asked me to hold his trash can lid open and shine a flash light in there so that he could shoot the rat trapped inside. I declined the invitation.
I remember that rat incident. That was a proud Kendig Family moment. I remember being called out to the trash to see the rat after he had been shot. I just don't like to see things suffer.
But that rat had it coming...he had been eating all of Mother Kendig's candy
and halloween decorations. poor snoopy lost his nose if i remember right.
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