You can't really say you're a country dweller until you are sporting a baited mousetrap on the passenger side floor of your car. INSIDE the car, doncha know. I was going to take a picture of it but, thanks to the guts being pulled out of my fan assembly, there was no heat. It was below 30 degrees this morning. My fingers would not function.
Yes, in the ongoing battle of Susan v. Mice, it's Mice 2 and Susan 1. I seriously think they have enhanced night vision and, as soon as I've parked my car in the driveway and gone into the house, plans are pulled out, building material gathered, and a small unit of mice invades my car. There, they build frantically, until every nook, cranny and filter is occupied.
Last Monday, I took the car in for an oil change and mouse-cleaning-out. I had just had work done under the dashboard from a prior mouse attack less than a week before. This time, my long-suffering mechanic opened the hood and did a thorough scan of all the places they could get in. He finally found a plastic barrier that they had chewed through. So, he reinforced it with wire mesh and told me to put baited mousetraps in the car, just in case there were still mice in residence. That instilled me with confidence. I could read the headlines now, "12 Car Pile-Up Caused by Erratic Driving by Hysterical Woman". It would continue, "local nut-job claims that six mice ran across her feet while she was driving, causing her to channel a medley of 'Smoky and the Bandit' reruns in rapid succession."
So, the mousetrap will stay until Friday. Then I hope to have the inside of my dashboard, with all it's mysterious "filters", nuts and bolts reassembled so I can get heat without the fear of rodent flambe.