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August got here in like a lamb chop — crisp, heat and engaging — and went out just like the Seven Plagues of Egypt.
I’ve at all times had a centipede scenario in my circa-1890 home. (There’s a variety of ivy on my property. Centipedes LOVE ivy.) Generally, although, I solely see them late at evening.
Then, the yellow jackets returned. (Every time I attempted consuming something on my patio, the yellow jackets tried consuming it, too.)
Then, there was the canine. Scratching. And scratching. And…
“Fleas,” my vet pronounced, after operating a fine-toothed comb by way of Charly’s fur. In my 24 years of canine possession, none of my canines have introduced “friends” home for dinner. But I suppose there’s a primary time for every thing.
Charly was given some drugs. And I used to be instructed to boil every thing in my home, together with myself.
Wonderful.
I left the vet’s workplace simply in time for 2 lanternflies to smack me within the head. I managed to knock one to the bottom, however it flew off earlier than I might stomp on it.
Pulling into my driveway quarter-hour later, I discovered one other lanternfly ready for me, and I stomped this one 75 instances — screaming “Die! Die!” — to make up for the one which acquired away.
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That evening, after vacuuming my carpets and gathering up each sheet, blanket and pillow that may have a flea on it, I adjourned to the kitchen to make some dinner.
I opened the oven to take away the tray I take advantage of for heating up bread and different goodies. The tray nonetheless had a sheet of aluminum foil on it, from the final time I used the oven. And, on this foil, I noticed…
I can’t even let you know what I noticed, with out getting dizzy.
I did go to my laptop, nevertheless, and Google, “Mice in oven?”
I purchased this huge, lovely oven final yr. It nonetheless appears to be like brand-new, in and out. So think about how I felt after I came upon that, sure, mice LOVE ovens.
Ovens are huge. They’re heat. They have openings within the again. They ceaselessly have crumbs in them. And we not often transfer them.
As far as Mickey, Minnie and Mighty Mouse are involved, an oven is a fortress.
As for critters in the home: My lovely historic abode is about 130 years old. In the 25 years that I’ve owned it, I haven’t had any mice within the attic — though a pregnant raccoon was in residence, briefly. I’ve trapped three mice in the primary a part of the home and a pair within the basement.
No huge deal. But…
The risk that any of God’s creatures had made its means into my oven made me weak within the knees. So I collapsed onto my couch — I’m certain the fleas had been thrilled — and referred to as my good friend Olga.
“There are mice in my oven,” I instructed her, sniffling.
“No!” she screamed.
“Yes!” I screamed again.
She remained skeptical: “Have you actually seen them?”
“Yeah, I saw six mice sitting on a cookie sheet eating a chicken pot pie.”
“REALLY?”
“No, of course not!” I yelled. “Who ever sees mice? They’re small. They sneak around in the dark. They’re quiet as … mice.”
They additionally chew wiring.
“I have a gas stove,” I instructed Olga. “My whole house could blow up!”
I drove to my nearest huge, fats ironmongery store — which affords a whopping 53 aisles of huge, fats {hardware} — and sought out the Mice Must Die division. There, an earnest worker identified his varied lures, traps and repellents.
“I’ve heard these work,” he stated, holding up a black plastic owl that weighed about 25 kilos. “You could put this in your kitchen to scare them away.”
(To the place? The front room?)
I couldn’t think about housing an owl in my oven, however I purchased a bunch of traps, introduced them home and set them up … all over the place.
So, would you want some cheese with these traps?
Uh … no thanks.
Since at present’s mice are apparently gluten-free and lactose-intolerant, I dabbed a little bit of peanut butter on every lure.
Mice LOVE peanut butter.
(Alas, so does my canine, so I needed to shoo her away to maintain her from getting her nostril snapped off.)
Trudging again to the lounge, I noticed a centipede dashing throughout the corridor.
During the day?
That appeared odd, however I stomped on it and shook my head.
How a lot can one man take?
As I returned to the kitchen for a paper towel, I took out my cellphone and opened my Google app, yet one more time.
I by no means see centipedes through the day, so, on a hunch, I clicked on my cellphone’s microphone and requested, “Do centipedes eat fleas?”
Answer: Yes! Centipedes LOVE fleas!
I returned to the squashed centipede, decided that he was past saving and eliminated him with the paper towel.
“Sorry about that,” I muttered, dropping him into the trash.
I must get organized.
