Saturday, Steve and I undertook the task of finding a new home for our Christmas tree out in the garage. My organizational spirit got the best of me, and soon I was shifting, sorting and tossing the contents of that great outdoor room.
Soon, I found an area filled with small black dirt clumps, which were quickly swept and tossed. After many of these areas, I was really on the move to help our detached garage become more hospitable.
I then found a once-full bag of grass seed, that had been recently emptied through a small hole. The seeds were removed from the hull, and strewn around. It was then that I realized I was not dealing with piles of dirt -- but rather what suddenly seemed to be massive amounts very hungry rodents, with great amounts of feces.
Unknowingly, we have created a very hospitable home for our furry friends. They've been throwing parties...
Since then, my mind has been racing (usually in the 3 a.m. hour) with images from "Ratatouille". I scrub harder than ever in the shower, in hopes of fending off any remnants of hantavirus on my skin. And I'm trying to determine if poison or traps (or both) will be an effective deterrent.
Anyone out there an expert on rodent evacuation? Or on determining the different markers of mice vs. rats? I'm becoming more knowledgeable than I ever wanted to be...
P.S. For a good laugh, follow this link to my blogging friend Kelly's own adventures with mice here.