We had a great time.
Until he followed me home.
Imagine my surprise, while looking for a mysterious lost bag from Michael’s in the laundry room. Intently foraging a corner of linens and giveaway clothes. I lifted up a stack of folded clothes to look under it – out FLEW a gray furry body. Super man style. He long jumped half the room landed on two feet skittering sideways as he rounded the corner of the dryer before I could even start to think about screaming. It wasn’t really a scream, more of a – oh, oh, oh – “Ewww!!”
The terminator; aka, Jason went in said room and shut the door. Chuck E’s days were numbered. I swear if only I had a picture of his face. It truly was the one with the music. Dun, dun, dundun. Dun, dun, dun, dundun. After much banging around, where I fretted over Jason’s safety (heh). He came out empty-handed. Chuck E was too sly. It wasn’t his first party.
But Operation Mouse Trap began, as we found “evidence” here and there of little Chuck E Jr’s. Their drug of choice? Calcium Chocolate chews. I kid you not. We found four half eaten calcium chews. Those are some bootylicious rodents.
My Sunday was spent unpacking the boxes in the kitchen, you know? The ones with the irresistible calcium chews. We did set traps. We cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. After cleaning all day, I sit down in the recliner and guess what show comes on? Hoarders. I had not seen that show before. I did not miss the irony (I swear we are NOT like that – not even close).
And just because I don’t want to post about cute furry friends without including my favorite non-pests.
Coming soon…. a new CAT! Haha.