I started my day telling Gary, “We need to call Rottler and see if the that lady can come by and check out the basement. There are three traps sprung, but no mouse bodies, but the insulation has fallen entirely onto the floor and it’s got mouse poop and peanut shells in it, and I can’t clean it up.”
Gary said, ”WHY CAN’T YOU CLEAN IT UP ARE YOU AFRAID OF A MOUSE JUMPING OUT AT YOU?”
“No, it’s evidence. She needs to see what fell where and reconstruct the mouse activity.”
Gary said, “THE INSULATION FELL DOWN BECAUSE OF THE RAIN THERE IS NO MOUSE.”
I said, “We’ll just see what she says about that,” and made a note to call her after work.
She sensed our need and showed up that afternoon even before I called. That’s how good she is.
First thing she said was, “I think the rain brought your insulation down.”
“No! Damnit. That means I have to tell Gary he was right. So the new droppings and debris are from months ago, probably. Damnit.”
She said, “But, we need to see where the moisture’s getting in and I need to caulk it.”
I think I said “caulk” twenty times in the next five minutes. Things like, “You don’t need to go to the truck, I just need to get my hands on my caulk.”
I could not find my caulk (see?), so she’s coming back sometime this month. I’m going to clean up the crime scene. I should go to buy some other insulation because I don’t want to touch that mess. There were peanut shells in it and the like.
Tune in later for the next installment of Mouse Detective.
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