Moving from left to right, beside the deck is the air conditioner (summer!) and the compost bin.  They don’t use that compost bin anymore, because even though egg shells, meat and any kind of fat was not put into it, it still attracted mice.

That’s kind of sad to me.  I mean the fact that there are no more mice running around the house.  Mind you, it means I don’t have to spend hours waiting by their hidey-hole.

I’ll never forget the time I caught one of those mice.  It was in the middle of the night, and I was very proud of myself, so I took it upstairs and dropped it on the bed where The Mom and The Dad were sleeping.  The little rascal wasn’t quite dead though, and started running around on the bed.

It wasn’t praise for my prowess that erupted…

Thanks Boss, for the little excitements (and humour) You provide in life!


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