Friday, January 9, 2009

The Best Laid Plans . . .


I have a confession to make. A humbling admission. It's taken some time to get to the point where I am ready to divulge my secret.

I have a stalker. Okay, not a stalker, per se, but can you imagine the hits my blog will get for that little sentence?

But the Jubilant household has mice. Gulp.

There. I said it.

The relief is overwhelming.

I know I am not usually given to sarcasm, a-hem, but I hope, dear reader that you were able to detect it. Otherwise my career in writing has stalled even before it has really gotten started.

And how come, every time we see a picture of a mouse, it's cute and eating a piece of swiss cheese? Is cheddar too pedestrian? Is feta too fancy?

But, I digress . . . as is my wont.

I believe I mentioned a time or two that the Jubilant household has relocated. And we are thrilled. There's just this one little thing: the mice. I say mice, plural, because though I've only seen one, I assume where there is one, there are more.

And there certainly are. (Cue eerie music here)

To be continued . . .




5 comments:

  1. We had the same problem. Say with me - mouse traps with peanut butter. Don't know why but they lurv some PB and can't get enough of it.

    You know that crack I made about the FBI? I had two hits from Washington DC. Spooky.

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  2. My cat caught a mouse the other night on my kitchen counters - can you say totally grossed out and then all counters santized.

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  3. I feel for you. The endless cleaning and feeling like everything is nasty.

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  4. OH no, Jubilee.. I thought I had one awhile back, but I may have imagined it.. Did not stop me from putting traps out..

    Good luck!!
    Deb

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  5. Oh, no. I'll be waiting for Part 2!

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