I've been hearing scratching noises coming from my ceiling. Since it's not Christmas Eve, I'm guessing the noises aren't being made by eight tiny reindeer!
I've never seen a mouse my current house. Well, I should say I've never seen a living mouse, since I did find a dead one in the basement. He was lying in a pile of drywall dust, which considering the amount of remodeling that's been done at my house, may very well be the way I end up. But I digress.
The point is, I've heard scratching noises before, but haven't seen any mice. So that's good, right? Plus, for some odd reason I only hear the noises on Thursday nights, so that's good too, right?
Of course, now that I think of it, Thursday night is about the only time I'm ever home. Who knows what goes on when I'm not there! They're probably having little mouse parties. I've noticed that the door to the liquor cabinet has been ajar a lot lately, and I can never find the Bose remote when I want it. I had started to suspect there was an inter-dimensional quality to Bose products, but drunken mice are a more likely explanation!
But if they are running around using my stuff when I'm not there, how are they getting in? So far I haven't noticed any little doors with round tops in the baseboards, like they show on cartoons. Who knows though, maybe those doors have fallen out of favor. They would be pretty "low tech," and these mice can operate a Bose radio for G0d's sake!
I wish one of them would change the time on the clock . . .
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