Right now I’m sitting on my couch cringing. One corner of my lip looks as though it is sewn to my eyebrow and my forehead is literally knitting a sweater.
I just found mouse poop all up in my crochet basket.
I’m paralyzed. What do I do?!
I can’t wash that yarn or soak it in lysol.
These mice are taking over my life!
We found a couple mouse poopies a couple months back and immediately put out traps.
Well we caught 3.
1 was alive and 2 not so much alive.
I can’t keep doing this.
Andrew tells me that mice happen and that even clean and neat and orderly people get them…but let me tell you …pooping on my yarn is one step too far.
That is personal.
You don’t just poop on a girl’s yarn! That’s not right.
I get your need to survive but that doesn’t mean I support your addiction to fine bedding. And why do you poop in your bedding?
I’m about to upchuck just thinking about the next place I’ll find their dodo.
I don’t feel so good.
I’m getting a cat.