Stuff the hole tightly with steel wool and tape it in place---once the exterminator leaves.
I did that last year, but I guess I didn't fill it completely.
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Stuff the hole tightly with steel wool and tape it in place---once the exterminator leaves.
I did that last year, but I guess I didn't fill it completely.
Oh, Vortex. That's both highly comical and making me slightly rage out on your behalf. On the big eternal scale, your dad owes you so very big-time for having bailed on you so early. It seems like your mom is just desperately needy and unmoored without him, and you're bearing the brunt of it.
We'll see how long that lasts.
Three days.
Stuff the hole tightly with steel wool and tape it in place
The best stuff to use is Great Stuff expanding foam. I say that as a person who spent years fighting the rodent that shall not be named.
You can also buy this spray-can stuff at the hardware store that you can foam into the hole and then it hardens. Mice can chew through it but it takes them a long time and they might decide it's not worth it.
edit: see above
Oh, Vortex. That's both highly comical and making me slightly rage out on your behalf. On the big eternal scale, your dad owes you so very big-time for having bailed on you so early. It seems like your mom is just desperately needy and unmoored without him, and you're bearing the brunt of it.
True, but it is what it is. My new policy of stepping back (I'm calling it the Austerity Measures) is working wonders.
Oddly, I feel a little bit bad when she gets upset over this kind of thing, because I know that I didn't do anything, she's just unhappy.
We'll see how long that lasts.
Three days.
Why has this never occurred to me before? You two kids should get together. Or, since you don't seem to be into one another, pretend to get together. Just IMAGINE Thanksgiving. You two could have a reality show. I posit Mother-in-Law From HELL (big flames and screaming metal guitars shooting up on Hell, obvs) as the title.
For sweeps you could do a cross-over you and share a beach house with Teppy's not-Father-in-Law, et. al. Their show is still in devlopment, we're thinking, "If my Muslim President Can Wear A Dress So can I" With Tim and Teppy shopped into this photo for the ad campaign [link]
Then, in a very special episode, my friend's 92 year old grandmother can come over and be endearing and confused. There will be much shouting and a plethora of accents... (anyone southern? can anyone FAKE sourthern?) but in the end everyone will grow and share and hug and cry.
I...would totally watch this show.
Possibly from the hallway, but I would watch!
Because they LOVE each other and they deserve to be HAPPY
I LOVE IT AND I WANT IT ON MY BUMPER.
Dang, Vortex.
anyone southern? can anyone FAKE sourthern?
Ooo! Ooo! My grandfather can guest star! With his Glenn Beck obsession and plethora of Confederate flags and fondness for guns, I'm sure he'll be a hit!
Erin, I'm glad you were able to go out and enjoy the show. How are you feeling today?
Shit, Smonster, your grandfather could have a spinoff.
Mark Burnett, stand back. Buffistas are about to steal your throne as the Gary Marshall of reality TV. EAT OUR DUST, SURVIVOR BOY!