I should have known better than to believe him when the Pres told me that a chipmunk was trapped in the garage. However, my rather nonchalant response was...
"Why? What makes you say that, Honey?"
"Well, it must have been trapped inside. It ate it's way out! It chewed right through the rubber gasket at the bottom of the door! Don't worry, I already cleaned up all the crap on the floor," he said reassuringly.
I could tell that the Pres was NOT happy. A damaged gasket meant another thing to fix.
And so it began...the plight to eliminate the rodent.
One slight change in the story though.
After I inspected the area in and around the chewed rubber, I reported my findings back to the Pres. Call me super sleuth because it was I that discovered the culprit was not a chipmunk but rather a mouse! Although the Pres missed it, the rodent had very apparently eaten almost a half a bird suet cake hence leaving "residue" behind (pardon the pun).
Still the Pres did not believe me. He insisted that it was a chipmunk! "Hon, go look at the shelf where the suet is. There's mouse poops everywhere!," I insisted. Coming back into the kitchen his response was, "Hmmm...maybe."
But I, Super Sleuth, KNOW MY POOP!!!
The next morning when the Pres got up, he told me that when he went into the garage the night before to get the Whipped Cream out of the spare refrigerator, he saw...drum roll please...
Big deal...so I was right again...LOL!
Now, once he "saw" that the culprit was a mouse, he headed to the store and bought:
a new rubber gasket for the garage door
two packages of spring loaded mouse traps
two packages sticky mouse traps
Then, are you ready?
He wanted to immediately replace the gasket.
Silly man, he actually though the darn thing was outside!!
Suggesting that until we had definitive proof that we "got" the critter, we should simply stuff a rag to block the hole and not put the new gasket on, took a little convincing.
He finally agreed. The traps were baited, set and strategically laid out in the garage. The rubber gasket's hole was stuffed with an old rag.
The following morning, while he slept, I went into the garage. Knowing that animals are creatures of habit and heading right to the shelf where we keep the bird suet, I, super sleuth, found the dead mouse.
Oh, don't worry I don't have pix of the dead mouse.
I thought that these would make you smile.
just saying and sharing...
|Baby Flying Squirrel|