As I was putzing around on Sunday, waiting for my neighbor to come and save me from myself (I had been wrestling with a giant tarp for hours, trying to get it on top of my shed and tacked down for the winter. What was I thinking?) I decided to clean off the back deck. This included winterizing my gas grill.
As I pulled the cover off and lifted the lid, two members of the vermin society leapt up and made me scream like a little girl. They leapt up out of their larger-than-life, heavily feathered mouse condo. Honestly, I have never seen that many feathers unless they were on the chicken. It was super-deluxe! There were little bits of greenery, moss and lichen. I could just imagine those little, flea-ridden bodies settling in for the winter (can you tell I am not a fan of the vermin society?). I went inside and got my hazmat suit on, grabbed a trowel and my giant trug. OMG. That trug was about 3/4 full of feathers! The grill is now 3/4 full of moth balls.