Mice, apparently. You see, it's 6:59AM and I'm sitting outside of our garage watching strangers peruse through our belongings (a fine Arkansas tradition). As an added bonus, about fifteen minutes I noticed a small brown blur darting among some of our stored items. Yep, a field mouse. I hope (HOPE) he found his way inside the garage this morning as I was setting out stuff. The alternative is too unpleasant to contemplate at such an early hour.
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Who comes to yard sales?
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BigJimmy
on Sat 12 Aug 2006 07:05 AM CDT | Permanent Link
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Re: Who comes to yard sales?
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david
on Sat 12 Aug 2006 12:39 PM CDT | Profile | Permanent Link
Ah, yes, I remember the pitter-patter of little feet in our ceilings several years back. Maybe they won't follow you to your new home. Of course, your new home is in a freshly developed area; probably with lots of displaced rodents.
Good luck with all that. Re: Re: Who comes to yard sales?
Yeah, well, the previously mentioned rodent visitor definitely won't be following us to our new home. He will, however, be hitching a ride with the garbage truck come Thursday morning.
"What's it mean?" "It's a message... it means, 'Little Brownie sleeps with the fishes.'" |
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