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A Christmas Mouse

So, I thought I had a Christmas mouse in the house a few weeks ago, but after seeing him only that one time, way too late at night, I decided that maybe I was just too tired that night n seeing things. That was, until last night! My youngest son, Austin, spots the little fellow makin a run for it into the closet, so of course my hillbilly instincts and finely honed mousing skills kick in.  If you're wondering what "finely honed mousing skills" I'm referring to, it's the ones I acquired back in the early 1990's during my rat huntin days at Francis Feed Mill.   Austin and I began our eradication program by first placing a perfect row of glue boards just inside the threshold of the closet door.  Lining them up from jam to jam then closing the door.Next, we strategically folded a towel, and placed it under the gap of the door thus denying the varmint an exit route. I explained this genius to my son, who is always anxious and excited to learn the ways of th