Armistice Day

I don't mean to be premature but I believe that the war against vermin in my home is complete. After nailing the initial invader I got another one in a trap a couple of days later. They ate the entire box of poison (Tossed the box to the side like an empty) and have otherwise not been heard from. I spotted the third (& last) invader one night when I was backing my truck into the garage. He had been waiting in the garage and charged out when the door opened. I jumped out of the truck and chased him down the driveway. He crossed the alley and jumped into a snowbank, no doubt thinking himself home free. I brought my foot down on the entire area where I saw him go in. Scratch one more mouse. Got that one with a bunker buster.

Does this all seem trivial and not very noteworthy? That could explain why I haven't posted anything for two weeks. Life has been very routine and quiet lately. Not exactly something to complain about but then again not something to brag about to all 4 people who read this blog either.

For anyone it was lost on, the title of my last entry ("...to pieces") was a tributary reference to the Hanna-Barbera cat Mr. Jinks, famous for his line, "I hate meeces, to pieces!"