Country Living

There’s a mouse in my house. Rats! At least I hope it’s only one mouse and not a family of mice. I’m resolved to terminating the little creature’s existence in my house, but not looking forward to it. When I lived in the west I only had to battle insects – ants, roaches and fleas, never any cute, furry four-legged animals. Somehow it doesn’t seem like murder when you squash an ant or bomb your house with toxic gas, but poisoning or torturing a mouse seems inhumane. I’m sure I’ll get over it, especially if it’s invited friends along. But hey, things could be worse, at least I don’t have to deal with whatever is eating my outdoor pumpkin. Oh the joys of living in the country again :)