You knew this topic was going to come up again, didn't you? Yes, my four legged creatures are back to torment me. I had not seen hide nor hair (or cocki) of a mouse since about two days before Hurricane Sandy. I convinced myself that "my" mice had been drowned in the hurricane.
I really did believe they were gone. I have had years at a stretch where I didn't see a mouse and I convinced myself that I was in one of those periods.
As you may recall, I contacted an exterminator, after doing at least 10 minutes of research, to come and do rodent prevention. This exterminator was awarded a prize for being "best" in NYC. Of course, they didn't respond. I filled in an on-line form to be contacted.
So today, I went into my kitchen to make lunch and I hear that familiar rustle-rustle in the trash bin. Oh no, it couldn't be. Just then, the critter made itself visible. on top of the garbage and then went back in. The bin was only about 1/3 full so with about three seconds' hesitation, I snatched up the bag. It was one of those "handle ties" but I didn't stop to tie the handles. I held the bag, stiff-armed in front of me, as if I were transporting a bomb that was about to go off.
Out I went to the garbage cans where the bag, still untied, was deposited.
I wrote Mary to whine and said that I just can't face the intrusion of having the exterminator people come. I just want to be left alone. So now I'm outing myself and publicly making the commitment to contact them again. It's not even a money issue (well, I would prefer to spend money on a lavender scrub youth inducing facial and massage). I do have to pat myself on the back for my bravery at snatching up the bag. I knew I only had a matter of seconds to make a decision before it scampered out again. The other thing I've procrastinated about is buying a kitchen garbage bin that has a lid on it. Ok, first things first. I'll contact the exterminator and I'll give myself by week's end to do it.