I hope to get a night of uninterrupted sleep.
Friday night, I awoke to the sound of something squeaking in the walls. At least I hope it was in the walls. It was too high pitched to be raccoons, and there is no way any raccoon could get in the house again, I hope. Most likely, it was mice. I had visions of waking up like Pa Ingalls with a mouse on my head, biting my hair off for its nest. Thankfully, the mice weren't that bold. These are the times when it would be nice to have a cat to deter these pesky little intruders.
Last night or rather this morning, the phone rang at the unearthly hour of 3:45 AM. My first reaction was, "Oh no! Family emergency!" I didn't recognize the number so I let the answering machine take the call. I assumed it was a wrong number, but I was a still little worried. In my groggy state, I began to remind myself of the sovereignty of God even over strange calls in the night to help settle myself down. I did eventually fall back asleep.
When I listened to the message this morning, it was from the public works department of all people. They were notifying the residents to put out their recycling carts on the street this week so they could be tagged with bar codes. Gee, that's swell that you want to keep track of the recycling dumpsters, but was it that critical to send out the word at 3:45 AM?
I have a sneaking suspicion that whoever programmed the notification system may have meant to have the calls made after 3:00 PM not AM. I won't call and complain, however. I'm sure the city will have their share of angry residents tomorrow morning especially if they notified all 65000+ households in the wee hours this morning.
So good night, sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs/mice/recycling carts bite.
Friday night, I awoke to the sound of something squeaking in the walls. At least I hope it was in the walls. It was too high pitched to be raccoons, and there is no way any raccoon could get in the house again, I hope. Most likely, it was mice. I had visions of waking up like Pa Ingalls with a mouse on my head, biting my hair off for its nest. Thankfully, the mice weren't that bold. These are the times when it would be nice to have a cat to deter these pesky little intruders.
Last night or rather this morning, the phone rang at the unearthly hour of 3:45 AM. My first reaction was, "Oh no! Family emergency!" I didn't recognize the number so I let the answering machine take the call. I assumed it was a wrong number, but I was a still little worried. In my groggy state, I began to remind myself of the sovereignty of God even over strange calls in the night to help settle myself down. I did eventually fall back asleep.
When I listened to the message this morning, it was from the public works department of all people. They were notifying the residents to put out their recycling carts on the street this week so they could be tagged with bar codes. Gee, that's swell that you want to keep track of the recycling dumpsters, but was it that critical to send out the word at 3:45 AM?
I have a sneaking suspicion that whoever programmed the notification system may have meant to have the calls made after 3:00 PM not AM. I won't call and complain, however. I'm sure the city will have their share of angry residents tomorrow morning especially if they notified all 65000+ households in the wee hours this morning.
So good night, sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs/mice/recycling carts bite.
I know how unsettling that can be. I have several "horror" stories of mice and rats when I lived near a lumberyard in Houston. Not a problem here in Kuwait. There are so many stray cats here.
ReplyDeleteI would like very much to have a cat. We use decon for the mice who move in when it starts to get cold outside. Usually, they are gone by Thanksgiving. This year, however, we had one climb through a wiring hole and died in the wall. Tim had to cut a section of wall out to remove his stinky little corpse. I really, really want a cat.
ReplyDeleteI'm disappointed to know that the house bunnies don't keep the mice away!
ReplyDeleteThe rabbits would make terrible mousers. They might thump their hind feet, which might scare the mouse away. More than likely they would ignore it since it wouldn't bring them food or give them attention. :-)
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