Good morning, Team! It’s Friday!

As soon as it starts to get cold and wet, critters start looking for a warm, dry spot. Who could blame them? … Maybe me. Remember when you left the door open at home and your mom asked, “Were you born in a barn?” Mr. mouse could respond affirmatively. That is where it should be seeking shelter, not in the laundry room.

I currently spend more time at work and away than at home so it was with mixed emotions that I watched the fuzzy little tenant scamper across the floor when I turned on the lights to leave for work the other morning. My first thought was, “Oh Carole is NOT going to like this.” and “I’m glad I was here to take care of this.” Immediately followed by, “I better catch this thing before I have to go to work” and after shuffling through the furnace room that it ran into, the unsuccessful squash or capture routine became “I better get to work!”
Carole woke up after all the ruckus I was making so I had to come clean. “Honey, we have a non rent paying tenant setting up shop in the laundry room.” I can’t tell you the lengths I go to attempting to avoid the look of disgust that followed.

I called the exterminator later that day and paid someone to spray for bugs and bag the country turned city mouse. Carole said she heard it rustling in a bag when she signed the invoice. Apparently we’re practicing catch and release now? I wonder if they tag it so they know whether we catch the same visitor more than once.

The lesson for me in all of this is a reminder of just how hard it (still) is for me to let go of tasks I used to do to save a buck. My time used to be of less value and I would spend it on miscellaneous things … like catching mice. Now, there are more demands on my time and I paid a few Benjamins to evict Mickey.

Today, peace of mind had a price I can afford.

Have a blessed weekend!