You guys. I keep wanting to say "thank you" over and over, even more for the kind words as the donations. I keep thinking you're talking about some other, nicer Ginger.
Anyway, we've been playing Mousehunt here. The rodents turn out to be mice, which is a relief after my years of the rats. Mr Peabody, the Fearless Rodent Hunter, has been on high alert for about 10 days.
After the 4 a.m. session in which he first sensed their presence in the kitchen cabinets, I was next awakened by his barking and pulling things out of the pantry. I pulled out more things and three wee sleekit beasties ran right past Mr. Peabody into the den, which at the moment could probably hide 300. After I went back to bed, Mr Peabody made sure several boxes of things like plastic bags did not contain mice. They also won't contain anything else.
I woke up another night trying to figure out what a strange sliding noise was. It was Mr Peabody pulling everything out of the bottom of the coat closet. Night before last, he woke me barking and pulling things out of the linen closet. One beast ran out, but he missed it. Last night, he was so intent on getting into the stove that I threw the breaker. Right now, he is sitting and guarding the refrigerator.
I'm working on sealing where they got in, and I've tried to get all the food out of reach. (Pulling stuff out of the pantry revealed they had eaten a rather large amount of oatmeal.) The mouse in the linen closet was after oatmeal bath stuff, which I hadn't mentally processed as "food."
I said to my neighbor that I was going to have to pull out everything and put it back, and she said that was probably a good thing to do and she ought to do it herself. I offered her a mouse.