Nothing much to blog about lately, until today. Of course, the title gives this one away. Calmly watching the second or third hour of HGTV last evening and, surprisingly, still awake and relatively alert, what to my wondering eyes should appear? No, not Santa, but a moderately large brown rodent slipping quietly into the room in front of me. Eeeeeek! Dogs barking, they and I rushed forward, purposelessly and ineffectually, as it turned around and quickly scurried back from whence it had come. I think it was probably a vole, rather than a little house mouse, or whatever the other things are called.
First order of business today: Contact exterminator. Next to get a couple mouse traps, and third to buy peanut butter. Smallest jar I could find was $3.29, and assuming I'm not setting and resetting the traps more than a few times, I have a lot of peanut butter to use up in the next few months.
The traps are now set and, luckily for me, my fingers are still intact. Those damned things snap shut fast and hard. My exterminator comes, hopefully, tomorrow to find out where it came in and take other appropriate steps. Thankfully, I saw and, hopefully, will catch this invading villain now, before it might take over the house in my winter absence. My angels again are intervening in a timely manner to protect me. All of that sensible logic did not, however, keep me from feeling creepy when I went to bed, knowing I was sharing my home with that icky little thing, and I had a bit of trouble falling asleep.