Help Us PLEASE

After I wrote the following email I realized it was the most relevant thing happening in our house that even came close to blog worthy. I'm a little embarrassed I wrote this to my mom, but Randy and I both agree that she usually has good solutions to the worst of problems. If anyone else has ideas they ARE welcome.... If you know me, have no fear of scary, and want to come scope it out- feel free. Seriously.Randy and I are too scared, hence the letter to mummy:

Mom, I can't sleep. There are mice in my house. Night number two of witnessing one crawling across my bedroom floor. What if they go eat Row's face off or something? Or beautiful Mikayla's? Why are they upstairs... and I know something (much bigger than a mouse) lives in the attic and walls. I can hear it. Have you ever heard of roof rats? Are they real or is someone trying to psyche me out?

I spent over 35 dollars on traps... the mice avoid them.... once one works it never works again. It's almost as if when a mouse dies it sends out a message and the living mice receive it and become wiser... without even trying... and how in the world do they eat the peanut butter and not get smacked. HOW HOW HOW HOW? I know we set them right. We killed five the first night.... and then NO MORE. NO MORE!!

I really can't sleep.... One ran out from under my feet last night as I was sitting in my cozy chair. The chair and I have not been cozy since.... I want my life back. I HATE MICE... they are vermin. Diseased.... disgusting.....and they smell. I can smell them.... I sanitized my house. I think mouse pee is as bad as cat pee. Or is it in my head again? Like when I cook shrimp and can smell it for days even though no one else can?

Speaking of cats- apparently you have to have a hungry cat to catch mice. Now I can't borrow a cat because all of our friends have overfed fat ones....

And my attic. I have NEVER and hopefully will never visit my attic. But something lives in it.... What is it? I'm more scared of my attic than my garage... I hate the garage too... So much junk... So much that I have no idea what to do with, and it is probably all infested with mice. I'm so scared of my garage that I haven't even taken Christmas down because I know that I'll have to go in the garage and get the Christmas boxes out. I can't do it. It's something I physically can't make myself do. Maybe I am as equally scared of both... I won't go in either, things live in both, and they are dark and scary..... Gross.

Can Dad come? You were pretty handy at killing things too. Can you come? Can someone fix this for me. I'm teary eyed over this. I've had a bad week and mice just make it that much worse.... and I can't even sit in my cozy chair and relax.... I think I need anti anxiety medicine. Again.

Randy is worse than me about this stuff. Just this evening I stared at him while he blissfully snores away this problem and find myself wishing he would just kill the one we know is sitting under the desk in our bedroom.....

Ugh. And gross. Check out this website: http://www.frugal-living-freedom.com/mouse-traps.html

Should I try that? Is it ethical or humane? My kids would take it apart. Just tonight Row walked in carrying one of our fancier mouse traps..... I'm sure the one on that site would really intrigue him...

Mom.... I'm begging you. How do I fix this? It's just going to get worse and worse....They breed more than rabbits don't they? And mice are OK with marrying their cousins too? I'll have an infestation. What if I already do? And what about the attic? What lives up there?

Please help me. I CANNOT SLEEP because of this. I have some stellar under eye circles that would do any theater makeup artist proud. Ugh.. Grrrr. Blaaahhhhh...Ewwww.... Humph.... Plahgnehghskljhaghe.... Grr. Grrr. Grrrrrrr.

Beth

P.S. Completely unrelated: Mik and I had a LOT of fun today baby-sitting some friend's children today. It was really nice. We made messes, went on a walk, played with trains, and settled down for a short movie.. Good times had by all I think.