Before I get started on today's post, I had two things that I wanted to mention.
First, Doug the Intern's father passed away unexpectedly last night, they are thinking he had a heart attack. Doug and his family are truly wonderful people and it is heartbreaking to think that he has lost his dad. I spent most of this afternoon crying in my office - it's not like you're ever prepared to lose someone you love, but it just seems so unfair for them.
So Doug, my thoughts are with you and your family.
Then, the big news. Baby Finley is here! I don't have any details yet, but my nephew's wife ended up having the baby this afternoon. Reports are that Finley is one beautiful little girl. Congratulations to them, and I can't wait to get my Finley Fix in soon!
The other thing about this is now this makes me a great aunt. Great. Aunt.
The saga of the mice continues. Apparently they have discovered our pantry, because on New Year's Day I discovered that they had eaten half of a Family-Size bag of Lay's Barbeque potato chips. Half a bag, people. And the only evidence I had was one small piece of chip that had fallen onto the top of a jar. They had created the tiniest hole in the bag I have ever seen.
So yesterday morning, I went into the pantry again to get a juice box and discovered that they had eaten a third of a bar of Ghiardelli baking chocolate.
This means war. Have all the potato chips you want, but start fucking with my chocolate and I get nasty.
I went on to Target yesterday to purchase another $200 in Tupperware containers in order to encapsulate all food in our pantry. Anything that isn't in a jar, can, or bottle is now in a closable bin. Not very attractive and kind of a pain in the ass to get something to eat, but at least now I don't have to worry about going to eat something and finding little gnawed marks all over it. Bleh.
At this point, Joey had gotten the flashlight out and was searching through the kitchen and laundry room to try and figure out how they are getting into the house. What we discovered was that there is a sizable hole where the electrical stub-in is for our stove. Like big enough for about ten mice to fit through. So Joey got some caulk, and in his attempt to find something sturdy to stop up the hole with before caulking it up, he took some of Monkey Man's kitchen windowsill rock collection and stuffed them in the hole. Maybe not the most kosher method to fill in the gap, but at least we knew that the mice couldn't eat the rocks. Right? So after stuffing the rocks in there, Joey caulked the ever-loving shit out of the hole. I mean like used a whole entire tube of caulk in there.
Allrighty then. It seemed like this was going to do the trick. We caulked a few smaller areas that didn't seem to be problems but figured hey - while we're already making a huge mess let's just finish it up right! And we settled in for the night.
This morning I went in the pantry to get a Capri Sun for Monkey Man's backpack. Saw two mouse droppings on the floor. And this really odd stuff all over the tops of two of the Tupperware containers...
Tufts of mouse fur. Lots of it. Like the mouse had spontaneously combusted in our pantry.
So we pulled out the drawer under the stove to check the hole and guess what we found?
They had busted through the rocks and caulk. And I'm thinking that the effort that they put in pretty much almost made the mice bald.
All I can say is these are some damn determined mice. Or as Maven put it this morning, they are almost like Super Mice! All I need to do is get them some little superhero outfits and some miniature telephone booths to change in.
The mice are killing me slowly. If I could just have one day where I'm not disinfecting the hell out of everything in my kitchen, I'd be ecstatically happy.
Have a great Friday, y'all. I'm off to watch the Hokies play.