As anyone who's lived in the country knows, every fall, mice try to move into your house. In the past, Betsy has taken care of this situation. This year? We had evidence of a mouse in the basement. A mouse chewed a hole through the pantry wall. A mouse got inside our oven. It's been ridiculous.
Thanks, Betsy.
So, a couple of weekends ago Tim tore out the entire pantry, cleaned up the mess and rebuilt it with heavier duty walls. The oven? He tried to take it apart to see if it could be cleaned out. We had to order a new oven. It finally arrived this past week.
In the middle of all this I was decorating for Christmas.
My dad spent a good effort this fall trying to talk me into taking some/all of my mother's Christmas decorations, specifically ornaments. Our small tree is so full that I have several branches carrying two ornaments apiece, so I stood fast on No Ornaments. I did ask for the Nativity scene though and he brought that down.
As I carefully unpacked each each character I found Mary, Joseph, the Three Wise Men, Baby Jesus...and then something that felt different. I unwrapped...an ornament. It was a mouse. Oh for crying out loud.
A camel, a few sheep, an angel...and other mouse ornament. Oxen, more sheep, the shepherd...and another mouse. Seriously!?!
There were nine mouse ornaments tucked into the Nativity box.
I'm sure someone is laughing somewhere (hopefully not in the pantry). It's only just now starting to be me. They are pretty cute though...and one is even knitting.
If you can't beat 'em...
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