Raymond and I arrived at the Manse a short while ago, on a dark and stormy – well, rainy, anyway – night. As we hurried to unload the car without getting too drenched, what a nice surprise it was to discover a gift on the front porch: a pot of mums, in orange and gold harvest colours. We don’t know who this lovely gift came from, but I hope we find out this weekend so we can say thank-you properly. For now: thank you!
The flip side of our arrival was the discovery in the pantry of some mouse droppings. People had told us early on in our Manse adventure that lots of houses in the area have problems with mice, which explained the funny-looking things plugged into a lot of the outlets in the house: they apparently give off a sound at a high frequency that mice don’t like. And we thought they were working, because once we cleaned up some elderly mice droppings when we first came to the place, no more appeared. Until tonight. There weren’t a lot, but still: it is definitely not what you want to find.
And then came the icing on the cake: as I was depositing in the trash bin the paper towels I’d used to clean things up, I thought I spotted some movement across the room. Had something just darted behind the fridge?
Indeed it had. And it darted back out again just as quickly. Not only do we have mouse poop; we have the pooper. Mouse scampered away to parts unknown and we had no luck rousting him out; we had thought maybe we could steer him outdoors by using the broom, but no dice. Clearly Mouse is familiar with all the hidey-holes this old house must have.
So I guess tomorrow will include a trip to the hardware store to buy some mousetraps. And as I type this I realize by the sound of wings in the ceiling light overhead that the ladybugs are back in full force too now that the colder weather has arrived. Oh joy.
With an old house, it’s always something.
But at least we have a bright pot of mums to cheer us up!