The mouse drama continues.

Hey. I’m back in Minnesota. The train trip back was relatively uneventful (except for one certain dinner companion but let’s not dwell there) and I was super sad to leave Montana and dear friends once again. I think Melissa and I cry every year! It was especially hard this time to say goodbye to H&H – we became good buds. Here are two last memories captured in photos – one of the mountains and one of my buddy, Harper, with her signature smirk.

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So I’m back in Minnesota. The boyfriend and I celebrated valentine’s day with brunch (heart shaped bacon and lemon pancakes, please) and an art project in which we decorated coffee mugs for one another. (He is much more artistically inclined at drawing than I; he drew me a gnome!) I finished a heart quilt (photos to come), Auntie Paige and I (Auntie Lindsay) babysat for our buddy, Elliot, last night, and today was Ash Wednesday with two services at ROG.

I think that catches you up to date. Up to today. And the mouse drama continues.

So the other day I went downstairs to do laundry. Remember that when Mr. Pest Control was here he put out traps and poison in the ceiling of the basement. Well, there was a victim. I went downstairs and found a mouse in front of my dryer. I screamed, stomped my feet, and went on with my way. I decided I needed to gain my gumption before picking it up and disposing of it. I just wasn’t ready.

That moment was this afternoon. I was going to do it. I was. But when I went downstairs, I didn’t see the mouse where it was supposed to be. I, at first, felt relief, thinking maybe the council member who had been in the house last night repairing the dishwasher came downstairs for something, saw it, and picked it up for me. But then, as I walked a bit further into the basement, I saw it. The dead mouse. About five feet from where it initially was.

HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN?

It wasn’t dead before? Another mouse decided to move the body of his dead friend? Ghosts? Basement trolls? What the heck?

Needless to say, I lost whatever gumption I had. The mouse is still dead (Or is it?) on the floor downstairs. Maybe I’ll find the strength again tomorrow … if it hasn’t moved again.