We have a mouse problem. No, let me rephrase. We had a mouse problem. In our detached garage. For about two or more years now. I’m happy to report I think it’s gone.
We spent the better part of a weekend cleaning out our garage. It was quite the collection before we decided to throw out half of the stuff that’s taken residence in there. There were still items from the previous owner: a large box of landscape edging, two piles of wood, a picnic bench, two doors that had been ruined by their lack of intelligence (pictured above – what you can’t see is the 4″ cut they put into the top of the steel door). We never tossed any of it. Why, I don’t know, but it was left there for three years. I’m going to go out on a ledge here and say it’s because we’re lazy.
And then there was our stuff. I use the term “our” loosely as most of it was not mine. I like to keep my treasures inside. Unless they belong outside. Like my Huffy. But our stuff included crates of work papers (not mine), school books (not mine), two boxes of mugs with a company logo printed on them (not mine and he no longer works there), a work bench scattered with tools [and little presents the mice left behind]. And how could I forget the an 1998 Honda Civic that won’t start and has been basically stripped of it’s insides because outside of the car is all of it’s seats, seatbelts, heater, catalytic converter. Don’t get me started on the car. Did you guess that it’s not mine?
OK, hold on, let me just bend your briefly and ask you one question: If you were offered a 1998 Honda Civic that had been put through the ringer and on it’s third engine OR $5,000, which would you take? Yah. Don’t get me started. But I will tell you that this little piece of information didn’t reach my ears until after we’d been married for a few years.
*breathe in – breathe out*
We cleaned it all out. Our “keep” pile is much much smaller than the trash pile. And unfortunately the car will be returning to the garage. But it’s been cleaned out. I was a sweeping machine. The only thing that bothers me about the clean out is that we never found a mouse nest. Three little mouse corpses were discovered while sweeping but no nest.
Well, I’m not exactly certain what a mouse nest looks. There was an old canvas case that had been chewed through; apparently there was a party inside there because when I opened it I saw every morsel of paper and candy wrappers had been shredded to bits. I guess that could have been a homestead. And one of the car parts was, shall we say, inhabitated and completely trashed by an unidentified substance that I can really only believe to be “droppings” because I don’t know what else in the world it could be. Maybe these were city mice that didn’t build homes but rather lived inside our junk. Besides these two things, nothing screamed “mice live here forevermore.”
They have no where to hide now so I don’t think they’ll be returning. Shelves have been installed to keep our holey camping chairs and other fun bits to roll around in off the ground. New workbenches and cabinets have been set up to leave absolutely no excuse for tools to be scattered everywhere and lost. I’m told that the Huffy will get a rack [which is good news because I’m thinking the air will hold tires longer].
(Did you see what just happened? I pulled a Stanley – got my words mixed up. Normally, I’d change it but it’s good for you to see my flaws so that you know I am not completely perfect in every way. *le sigh*)
A clean garage. I never thought I’d have one. But I think I do.
Who wants to take bets on how long it stays this way?