Ahhh...

That is the sound that just came out of my mouth, a thankful sigh of relief mixed with the letting go of the stress that has been the Ted situation. And so as I sit in my comfy chair, barefoot and enjoying a nice cold Dr. Pepper I shall recount the remaining tale of the mouse (turned into mice) situation. And as you read this I hope you are laughing or at least smiling at the ridiculousness of it all, I know I am.

Having said that, I want to throw a huge thanks to my parents for all their prayers, support, and as you'll find out upon continuing to read, dirty work. I have been truly blessed with amazing parents.

Several days ago we discovered that while Ted may have been gone, he had at least two friends with him. At this point the mouse count is 3 and I was sure there could not possibly be more. I mean 3 mice, really could there be more? And the answer is yes, there only could there be, there were.
So my roommate let me know she had heard them under the island, not in it, but actually under it and there was a a separation in the wood. So I did the only reasonable thing and called my dad. He advised me to put some steelwool in the hole. Now let me just say I ain't no 30's housewife with steelwool laying around. So I told him I didn't have any and then he said aluminum foil would probably work, now that I had. So the hole was stuffed with foil and I was kinda grossed out. I mean what if it had tried to attack or something?
The next morning (Thursday) my mom called and said they would come on Saturday so my dad could look at things. What a relief, knowing someone was coming to help out.

Friday I realized I had never given control of my house to God. And so I have given it over to Him. I say my life is His, but sometimes knowingly and unknowingly I keep things from Him.

So today (Saturday) my parents came Dad with his tools and Mom with her moral support. Dad pried off the baseboard and found 3 little dead mice. That definitely explains the noise coming from down there, and thankfully they hadn't begun to smell. And like the great guy my dad is, he took care of them so I didn't have to see them and cleaned up under the island, put it back together, and sealed it up.
Let me also add we have not seen droppings since Wednesday night and the dead mouse count is up to 6. And because the last 3 were small, I'm beginning to think Ted wasn't Ted at all, but Tedette.

And so with a house that I feel is clean and mice-free I let out my sigh of relief and thankfulness, and am finally able to relax.

Noni Fun Fact: I was never afraid of the mice, it mostly just grossed me out and felt dirty.

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