Originally Posted by IBQLTN
Now no one will believe I'm not afraid of mice! It's not the mice ... it's the 'surprise here I am!' that I don't care for!
Peggy
(thought you could use a little chuckle in the midst of things.)
Thank you, Peggy, I needed that. Sometimes laughter is just what heals. I hope the little hairs on your neck are smoothed back down now, after your encounter. If it had been me, on the way to the facilities, I would have had a little accident!
When hubby & I were searching garage yesterday, we found lots of mice "evidence" ~ why couldn't the little booger have eaten the old books I have out there?!? We set traps, and are super grateful that our garage is DEtached from the house.
Someone brought up the idea of a possum... my husband said it could have been, but why didn't he eat thru the cardboard boxes that hold my outdoor Christmas wreaths & swags? I am a nature lover, but I absolutely do not like mice now :)