mice
we all need a home - even this tiny piece of writing
Every place I’ve ever lived has had mice. His dad said the same. I look for the holes and close them up. They carry disease, their “droppings,” we politely call their excrement. Like a hundred pencils lost their lead tips. Traps are hard to set and the potential snap tugs at your senses. Sticky pads ruin everything they touch. Poison presents a strange and fragrant limbo. A slow and steaming reminder of the rot you wage. It isn’t succinct; it is barely solved. Sometimes I still hear a nibbling.
We have just discovered mice in our kitchen, so we have spent a day covering up holes, cleaning everything, and scratching our heads to figure out how this happened.
Loved the video.
Stunning