I was in the kitchen fixing breakfast
when I heard Leroy coming in the hall. “Argh!” he exclaimed.
“Are you alright?” I wanted to know,
thinking he stubbed his toe since he manages to do that every once in a while.
“There is a bat in the house,” he
excitedly responded, “a low flying bat.”
“Where did it go?” I asked as I prepared
to help look.
“In the kitchen,” he replied as he
came in the room, head swiveling.
Neither of us could see it. So Leroy
looked in the closet/pantry. He found it behind the ironing board and extra
table leaves. “Oh, it’s a small mouse,” he reported.
He then got an old ice cream bucket. With
great team work; me moving the ironing board and the leaves while Leroy manned
the bucket he managed to capture this animal. Leroy then procured a piece of thin
cardboard which he carefully slipped under the bucket making it possible to
carry it outside to freedom.
Leroy was not dressed yet so I had the
honor of taking it out to the street and instructing it to run away, which it
did.
This was certainly an unwelcome guest.
In the six years that we have been here we have not seen another. Now two traps
are set in the attic with expensive organic peanut butter that has no added
sugar or oils in the mix. Hopefully any relatives will be enticed by this
treat.
By the way, Leroy is not really scared
of either bats or mice, but he was startled.
Paula
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