This fall near the end of the season, one of our guests out with a group for their annual hunting camp, was in the living room of the lodge when I heard him scream like a little girl. Running into the kitchen he yelled “Mouse! Mouse! Get the traps! Get the traps!” He’s of the mindset that if you set a sticky-trap against the wall where you saw the mouse that it will run right into it because they run along walls. Didn’t work. So we started tearing things apart to find the mouse. Here’s the current state of affairs. Still haven’t found the damned thing.
Okay, fine. I was joking. This IS the lodge and this IS the current state of affairs, but it’s remodel time, not a mouse hunt. There’ll be plenty of time for that come spring.