The normal spring time invasion of mice is here.
This weekend I was getting ready to mow the lawn when I noticed my dachshund running around the grass catcher on the lawn mower. He was barking and biting at the bag.
I called for hubby because I knew what was in there and I don't deal well with small rodents.
He unhooked the bag and dumped it by a brush pile.
Sure enough two very drowsy mouse fell out on the ground, along with their nest.
Hubby exterminated them, I didn't watch.
I hate mice, but I can't see them killed either.
Then yesterday I heard my great mouse hunting dog yapping very excitedly outside.
I went out to see what he was doing and found both dogs, under our truck, their heads crammed up into the engine compartment, tails wagging excitedly.
More mice in the truck, lovely.
A couple years ago my husband found the air cleaner compartment on my car crammed to the brim with dog food. Inside old planters stored in my garage I found more dog food, it filled an eight inch pot full.
One year we caught five mice in my husbands show car, where they crammed yet more dog food up inside the drivers seat. You should have heard my husband as he removed the seat and shook out the dog food. I've never heard so many four letter words.
It's all part of living in the country. For now we have kept them out of the house, but now the dachshund is barking at the RV......