I remember when I was a child and had the epiphany that whatever the size of your problem, if it was the only one you had, it was large to you.
We had a few small blips this morning. I was tootling home from my class at the YMCA and there was my husband just standing in our tiny center of town, looking oddly hesitant. I continued on – I mean, he was upright and all – but thanks to the magic of Bluetooth in my car, I phoned him.
It seems that after his morning
gossip discussion session over coffee at
the village store with the guys broke up, he went out to his car to discover
he’d left the lights on. You know what that means. By this time everyone and
their jumper cables had driven away. When I spotted him, he was reluctantly
going to the little gas station that sits on one of town center’s four corners.
He was dragging his feet because the last thing we want to do is deal with this gas station owner. The last time we did was when we took our lawn mower down for repair and the owner drained the gas out of it, and then charged us to replace it. So my call was very welcome.
I returned to the scene, we jumped his car, and off he went to build up the battery. I went home and down to the basement to throw in a load of towels and bathmats. Towels in the washer, first bathmat, and when I reached for the second bathmat, there sat a little pile of sunflower seeds.
This year I had bought magical – and somewhat expensive - anti-mouse clicky things that plug into the outlets and supposedly ward off incoming visitors. Yeah, well.
So out came the mouse traps and on went the bait. Last year we caught 22 mice in our basement. I really hope we don’t break that record this year.