Justin had the day off. I had a big job planned out that would also require a bit of change to achieve. It was pay day. Husband + money + project = a dream come true.
I was out of bed and on to my regular chores extra early. As soon as my required work was wrapped up, we hurried outside to The Project.
Today I wanted to begin the process of making this a usable storage space.
|Here you can kind of see the wavy, rotten floor. Also, around the round beams, |
you can see the perfectly crafted mouse doors.
|Look at that crazy, drooping press-board ceiling! |
And more mousy front doors.
|Again with the wavy floors, the warped ceiling, the mouse entrances, and the tilty shelves.|
We have our work cut out for us.
Then we had to tear up the flooring. We had no idea what we would find, but I was really, really scared. I just swallowed hard and gritted my teeth and did what had to be done. The first layer was the rotting press-board. The second layer was cheap 70's paneling in odd sized chunks; also rotten. The third layer was plywood that was so rotten it was practically compost. Every layer brought a new level of apprehension knowing that at any moment a zombie rodent was going to leap out and begin attacking me and my babies.
When we finally peeled back the crumbling wood, we discovered . . .
Nests as big as the top of a five gallon bucket.
"Be brave, be brave," I chanted to myself and tried to remember to breathe.
They were abandoned, but only recently. I'm sure they only ran off after we began making noise. I held a black plastic bag while Justin shoveled up the nests and dumped them in. I turned away and closed my eyes, forcing myself to BE BRAVE.
After the mice nests were safely tied into the garbage bags, I went outside to remove my mask and breath for a minute.
By the door.
A freaking baby mouse writhing away.
It wasn't so much the baby mouse as it was the promise of siblings nearby. A family that I thought we had chased far, far away couldn't be far away because they were babies.
They had been in the nests.
I'm not kidding when I say that I almost torched the whole thing.
It was a good time to take the full, borrowed pick-up to the dump. We ran a few other errands while we were out. When we got back to work a few hours later, I had gathered my wits once again. I will keep going, but I will not be happy about it until the mice are eradicated.
How was your day?