Highly Unconfidential Update:
- Nom nom noises were heard behind the dryer for a few nights
- They stopped
- We were happy
- Really happy
This was right before I started sneezing…?
There was an ant on the counter. Seriously. The day after the rodent noises stopped. I killed it with an unexpectedly violent sneeze. Poor thing didn’t have a prayer.
While I was decontaminating Sneeze Ground Zero, I looked down.
Great. A new crack in the floor.
At least, I thought it was a crack, until I realized the crack wobbled. This crack was marching determinedly from the back door, through the kitchen, and into the (food-less) dining room.
I am certain a grievously ill mouse, with its last ragged breath, staggered on weak legs to a dark hole in the ground, and whispered into the void, “…SUGAR… in the yellow house…back door, hang a right in the kitchen…pantry…third shelf….MOUNTAINS of SUGAR…”
The ants hadn’t found the pantry yet.
I love Christmas. It’s that sneezing, baking, ant smashing time of the year.
The good news: we’re no longer sick, the mice and ants seem to be gone, and I have loads of stuff to share with you.
The bad news: I still gotta bake: I have a black belt in Sugar Protection. I can protect sugar, in all it’s forms, from any kind of theft or natural disaster.
I know, I know. I never call. I never write. Bad blogger!