This afternoon, I left my shiny, red 2009 Toyota Corolla at Walser Toyota to have them clean my car of bird seed. My car has become a nesting place or something for some sort of critter - most likely mice. I must have sounded like a loony person when I called yesterday to schedule service and the lady asked what I needed service on. The last straw was yesterday when, while driving down the road with Gracie in the front seat and Nicholas in the back seat, I look over at Gracie and she's covered in bird seed! Then I find that I am getting covered in bird seed, my travel mug is getting sprayed with bird seed. Basically, it was raining bird seed.
Let's start at the beginning of this Seinfeld episode, shall we? (Not really a Seinfeld episode, but it would have been a good one, I think):
For the last several months, I've been involved in a war against bird seed (mice, actually). Bird seed in my car, bird seed in my pet sitting bag, bird seed falling from the sky when I have the sunroof open! I love animals and I agree they all have a right to life, but NOT in my car!!
We've had these furry, little visitors living in our garage, apparently. They had gotten into the dog food bags, the bird food bags, and then into the dog food bin which I think is what made poor little Bailey sick this past summer. Donald found a live mole in the bottom of the dog food bin and then - as my husband wouldn't hurt a fly to say nothing of hurting a mole - he scooped him up and took him out onto the driveway and let him free. "In the driveway?" I asked. "Do you really think that kept him from coming back?" Well, Don said, "Moles can't see and I aimed him away from the driveway."
Shortly after that (and this is where the "Ewww" factor comes in) I smelled something odd in Nicholas' playroom downstairs. Mind you, we live in a split level home and the playroom is pretty much on the other side of the wall to the garage. Having grown up in a very old house, with lots of critters taking up residence in the walls and then...shall we say...going to the mole/mouse heaven in the sky, I know dead-animal smell when I smell it! We searched that room over and found nothing. Then we smelled it in the garage.
Well, a few days later I didn't smell anything bad. Good news. I figured the critter had reached it's point of non-stink and we were in the clear. Donald made the mistake of asking me if I'd noticed that the smell was gone. "Yes" I said, "Did you find something?" (Ewww factor #2 - Why do I ask these questions??!!) Donald is the master at quibbling and, after I insisted on getting the full story, he finally told me: Something had gotten into an empty garbage bin that he uses to carry bird seed around the yard as he fills the feeders, and they died because they couldn't get back out. "Oh, poor little guy" I said. Donald muttered something along the lines of "them" which made me ask further questions. My bad. Not only were there two little critters in there, there were at least six! They had gotten in and couldn't get out and then starved. I felt so bad and so did Donald.
It was the next day, when at a pet sit, that I reached in my pet sitting bag and pulled out the leashes to walk the dogs....out spilled some bird seed. Upon further inspection, there was a pretty nice pile of bird seed in the bottom of bag. I'm over letting the critters live freely; Now I just want them GONE.
After the sun-roof incident yesterday, I called Donald at work and left him a message: "Get something to rid the garage of these critters. Either they're gone or YOU'RE gone, mister!" He could hear the seriousness in my voice, so he stopped at Home Depot on the way home and got one of those "live" traps.
This is Donald's plan: Capture the mice and take them up to work where he can release them into the wild and they can live happily ever after. So far, so good. He said he found two in the trap this morning and drove them up to work; let them out of the trap by the tree-covered area "I think they'll be happy there," he said. I asked him what food he used in the trap. "A cracker with peanut butter on it." "Did you keep the cracker to use again?" I asked. "No, I left it with them. They're in a new place now and I wanted them to have something good to eat. They don't know their way around there..." OMG! My husband is insane!
I don't want to hurt anything and I certainly don't want to destroy an entire family of mice; I just want them to find a new place to live. Walser estimates that it is going to cost at least $200 to get the bird seed out from between the sunroof and the roof of the car. If that ain't reason to want those suckers gone, I don't know what is!
Let's start at the beginning of this Seinfeld episode, shall we? (Not really a Seinfeld episode, but it would have been a good one, I think):
For the last several months, I've been involved in a war against bird seed (mice, actually). Bird seed in my car, bird seed in my pet sitting bag, bird seed falling from the sky when I have the sunroof open! I love animals and I agree they all have a right to life, but NOT in my car!!
We've had these furry, little visitors living in our garage, apparently. They had gotten into the dog food bags, the bird food bags, and then into the dog food bin which I think is what made poor little Bailey sick this past summer. Donald found a live mole in the bottom of the dog food bin and then - as my husband wouldn't hurt a fly to say nothing of hurting a mole - he scooped him up and took him out onto the driveway and let him free. "In the driveway?" I asked. "Do you really think that kept him from coming back?" Well, Don said, "Moles can't see and I aimed him away from the driveway."
Shortly after that (and this is where the "Ewww" factor comes in) I smelled something odd in Nicholas' playroom downstairs. Mind you, we live in a split level home and the playroom is pretty much on the other side of the wall to the garage. Having grown up in a very old house, with lots of critters taking up residence in the walls and then...shall we say...going to the mole/mouse heaven in the sky, I know dead-animal smell when I smell it! We searched that room over and found nothing. Then we smelled it in the garage.
Well, a few days later I didn't smell anything bad. Good news. I figured the critter had reached it's point of non-stink and we were in the clear. Donald made the mistake of asking me if I'd noticed that the smell was gone. "Yes" I said, "Did you find something?" (Ewww factor #2 - Why do I ask these questions??!!) Donald is the master at quibbling and, after I insisted on getting the full story, he finally told me: Something had gotten into an empty garbage bin that he uses to carry bird seed around the yard as he fills the feeders, and they died because they couldn't get back out. "Oh, poor little guy" I said. Donald muttered something along the lines of "them" which made me ask further questions. My bad. Not only were there two little critters in there, there were at least six! They had gotten in and couldn't get out and then starved. I felt so bad and so did Donald.
It was the next day, when at a pet sit, that I reached in my pet sitting bag and pulled out the leashes to walk the dogs....out spilled some bird seed. Upon further inspection, there was a pretty nice pile of bird seed in the bottom of bag. I'm over letting the critters live freely; Now I just want them GONE.
After the sun-roof incident yesterday, I called Donald at work and left him a message: "Get something to rid the garage of these critters. Either they're gone or YOU'RE gone, mister!" He could hear the seriousness in my voice, so he stopped at Home Depot on the way home and got one of those "live" traps.
This is Donald's plan: Capture the mice and take them up to work where he can release them into the wild and they can live happily ever after. So far, so good. He said he found two in the trap this morning and drove them up to work; let them out of the trap by the tree-covered area "I think they'll be happy there," he said. I asked him what food he used in the trap. "A cracker with peanut butter on it." "Did you keep the cracker to use again?" I asked. "No, I left it with them. They're in a new place now and I wanted them to have something good to eat. They don't know their way around there..." OMG! My husband is insane!
I don't want to hurt anything and I certainly don't want to destroy an entire family of mice; I just want them to find a new place to live. Walser estimates that it is going to cost at least $200 to get the bird seed out from between the sunroof and the roof of the car. If that ain't reason to want those suckers gone, I don't know what is!
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I'm rolling on the floor!!!!!!!!!!!
You married the most tender-hearted man in the entire world! How funny and cute is that! I love the leaving the cracker with them in the new environment so they would have "something good to eat"! LOL You tell him that I understand. I would have done the same thing!
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