I had planned on enjoying a peaceful and relaxing New Year's Eve today, in other words doing the same thing I do every day. But unfortunately that was not to be.
Late last night while sitting in my easy chair enjoying a movie on the Internet I heard a faint sound which caused me to stop the movie, sit up straight, and listen intently to the silence around me to determine if I had heard what I thought I heard. It only took about 10 seconds to get the answer to that question and it was an answer that hit me like a punch to the gut forcing the words out of my mouth, oh no! I have a mouse!
Yes the patter of little feet were unmistakable, once you've heard them you never forget, especially in an RV where sounds inside the wall are amplified to the point that even to my deafened ears it sounds like a family of badgers living with me.
It's been a while since I've had a mouse and I definitely wasn't looking forward to it happening again. The mouse himself doesn't bother me, he could jump up in my lap and start eating my popcorn and as long as he didn't eat too much I wouldn't care. But the mess they leave behind is what puts them at the top of my kill on sight list.
Due to my previous run-ins with mice I always keep some traps available so I put down a couple of traps last night baited with peanut butter and in the morning found his furry little carcass decorating a trap under the sink. The other trap wasn't sprung so I'm hoping I only had one of the little beggars. But since mice don't tend to live alone like boondocker's do I figured there were at least 50 more outside waiting for their turn to come in so I took the cowards way out, packed up the Arctic Fox and beat feet.
I didn't go far just to the Hi Jolly boondocking area a couple miles north of Q. There's probably mice here also but I'm counting on it taking them a while to find me. And there's a lot more people around me now to infest than there was at Dome Rock. My nearest neighbor at Dome Rock was probably 1/4 mile away, and here I've got three neighbors that are only a couple of hundred feet away and even though that's not my favorite way to live I figure it gives the mice more targets of opportunity.
And on the good side I was getting a little tired of Dome Rock, it's a little far from everything and since I had no neighbors the Arctic Fox looked very lonely and vulnerable when I was away from home doing other things. And the best part is this puts me closer to the Walmart in Parker where I'm going to have to go in the next few days.
So even though I'd rather have been doing something other than packing up and moving today life's too short to let things like that bother me and I always try to be happy wherever I am.... at least until the mice show up.