When the kids were little, we read a book entitled, "Mouse Count". There a snake captured mice, "one . . . two . . . three . . ." and put them in a jar. While the snake went off to look for more mice, the mice tipped over the jar and escaped "ten . . . nine . . . eight . . ." You have the vision.
Yesterday, I grabbed a pair of gloves and said I was going to clean out the high ropes shed. I had seen a bunch of mouse droppings in it the day before and was rather grossed out. Anna, Tim and I went down and opened the shed. I started to pull out the helmets. "One . . . two . . . three . . ." Four I tossed out the door because inside it was this:
If that wasn't bad enough, one more mouse ran through while I was sweeping!
To top it all off, when I opened the Welcome Center this morning, two traps had mice.
I'm done with MOUSE COUNT.
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