We have ourselves a mouse problem.
With the feed we keep for the goats and chickens
and the fact this motel’s out in the middle of
nowhere surrounded by what seems to have been
farm fields…
The mice have found their way into every nook and
cranny of the motel.
It was a small issue to begin with but, Lord Jesus.
These mice are a little too healthy for my comfort.
Big and fat and they don’t seem as frightened of us
as they should be.
I half expect one to stop running and just turn around
and have a little chat with me.
{SHIVER}
I’m a city girl. But not a dirty “from the streets” city girl.
I’m a high rise, riding elevators, obsessed with work
and going to networking parties kind of city girl.
Robert’s rigged some kind of traps. And bait and will
get actual mouse traps the next trip out to get supplies.
I’m not a religious woman but I hope and pray they
are not still here by then….
Sam