The last few weeks, since I discovered classic disco DJ mixes on my Premium You Tube channel, I've been reviewing many compilations. Some are good, some are not so good and some are just going through the motions. But this mix, it is the BEST I've heard so far. Puts me in a good mood. And I need to be in a good mood because I almost tripped over another goddamn mouse in our house yesterday.
I was making my homemade applesauce and I opened the pantry door to get a bowl and the little bugger scurried out! WHERE ARE THESE MICE COMING FROM?!
This has to be the worst year for field mice invasion of Casa Tipton-Kelly. Honest to God, these frigging mice! I am not sharing my house with mice!
I think this is the same mouse that was in my bedroom last month. I don't know where it's been hanging out since then because I totally cleaned out my bedroom including pulling all the rugs out from underneath my bed., where I had them stored. I put cedar wood in between the rugs. Mice don't like that smell.
I sprayed with mint last night. They HATE that smell. It's a bit overpowering for me too. I don't want to do that all the time.
I pulled out the rest of my mousetraps. The lethal kind and the TinCat which catches them live where I dispose of them at the Broadkill River (appropriately named although I do let them out live, after I relocate them it's up to them to survive).
Last night I briefly considered getting another cat, this time an adult cat. I checked the Humane Association's website and there was a thirteen and a half year old calico kitty up for adoption, no fee. Her name was "Sweetie Pie", which is a term of endearment I've often used with my favorite pets and people. I filled out the adoption papers online before I went to bed. When I informed Bill this morning of what I had done, he wasn't for it. He said "Just get more mouse traps", and you know what? He's right. I really can't take care of him and a cat, at the same time. Plus, cats no matter what their age, like to climb counters and Bill (and I) hate to see a cat in a sink. My brother's cat practically lives in his sink (she likes to drink from the tap). So this morning I sent the Humane Association an e-mail withdrawing my application for an adoption. It's just as well, having a cat or any pet would severely restrict my future travel plans.
I was feeling down about this whole situation this morning but my spirits are miraculously lifted now listening to this DJ disco mix. Brings back great memories of when I used to go to the after hours club in Philly and totally immerse my self in the beat while I danced with my sticks. I still have those sticks too. Maybe someday, when I get out of the caregiving business and disposing of field mice invading my house I'll have a few more opportunities to immerse myself into The Beat. But for now, I have a mouse to catch.
