I know I haven’t written an RV updated in quite a while, but that doesn’t mean things have gone undone around here. Unfortunately, Gunnar destroys things again before I can turn around and if it isn’t Gunnar, it’s something else.
After the transmission blowing in July, the radiator, then the free refrigerator replacement, a couple blown tires (they are really, really serious about not going over 55 miles an hour in these things) and a few other mishaps and failed experiments, I finally feel like I’m getting back on track.
That is, except for the mice.
When I was taking care of my Grandma, who lives on a farm, I was staying in the house and some mice decided to squat.
At first, I was all, “Live traps, live traps, I don’t want to kill any poor mice.” Now it’s more like, “Die you little poop machines, I hate you and your offspring.”
I caught a few in the live traps, but they quickly learned what they were and steered clear. I guess they don’t use them in scientific studies for nothing.
Actually, the first night I put out the death traps, one wasn’t flat and those little bastards (yes, it is that serious) ate the peanut butter out of the bottom of the trap. Cleaned it like it was brand new. (Why do we say brand new? Excuse me while I look up the origin of that saying. If you’re curious, here you go. Welcome to my brain. #whyIcan’tgetanythingdone)
I did manage to catch 2 mice in the death traps, but I had only bought 2 traps. I also have a sonic repellent and some repellent that should smell bad to mice. It. Does. Not.
The sonic thing actually keeps them quiet at night which is wonderful. They were nesting in the cabinet on the other side of my “headboard” wall. If it wasn’t for the poo everywhere we could all co-exist, but the one rule I have with roommates is they can’t poo on my stuff.
I’m calling in the big guns. I’m getting an exterminator to come to the RV and eradicate some meeces