Seven years ago right after we had moved into our new home, I heard mysterious noises in our bathroom ceiling. I told Joel about the scratching and pattering, but he insisted I must be hearing things.
So, I let it go.
A couple of months later, after multiplication, warmth and news of an ideal hideout (I think they invited the whole neighborhood), my husband finally heard the little boogers. Yes, we had mice, in our attic. So, like any conscientious home owner we set traps.
It worked like a charm.
Until one had the audacity to chew thru our bathroom vent and die.
Let me tell you there is nothing as rank as decaying, petrifying animal flesh.
So, for a couple of years the vent in our master bathroom sported the chic, sleek look of cellophane. We sealed every nook and cranny around our house trying to prevent any more mouse invasions. But each autumn it never failed, mice came to our attic to seek refuge from inclement weather.
This spring Joel replaced the chewed through vent and we flipped the vent on and off at our leisure. I was so grateful to have a vent in our bathroom again, it really can be a useful tool!
But my venting days were to be short lived because this morning I had to post this on our bathroom door...
You guessed it. Another uninvited visitor has chosen our bathroom vent for his burial ground.
And once again our bathroom vent is all slicked out in a custom cellophane cover.
As of a couple hours ago, with yet another layer of tape added, we are still experiencing the unpleasant aroma of dead mouse. I am praying for frigid weather, like I never have before. I want the intruder freeze dried. Because no amount of burning apple spice candles can eliminate the wafting noxious scent of dead mouse.
Next step, is entering the mice's lair for a seek and destroy mission, because we are discovering that the cellophane isn't eliminating the suffocating, putrid fumes.
Wish us luck!