Apparently my story is not so unique. And apparently this is the season. It’s cold outside and warm inside. So if you’re outside and cold, you probably try to get inside and warm. So I understand. Really I do.

Last week, I believe it was Thursday evening, Daniel and I went to bed late…after midnight. We had just settled in for the night and then heard this noise that caused us both to hold our breath and lift our heads up off the pillow. Then we heard it again. My head starts spinning and my thoughts run wild. We both are “shushing” each others nervous breathing and now audible heartbeats. It stops. We lay our heads back down, thinking it was just an old house noise or wind.

But then, we heard it again and by this point knew something was not right. I’m waiting for Daniel to pull out his hero sword and slay the robber, or wolf, or bear outside our bedroom wall while I’m looking for the Maglight for self protection and backup. I’m hoping my inner adrenaline will make me more powerful than my opposition. I am Woman, Hear me Roar!

Daniel goes outside, nothing. Comes back in, gets back in bed. We hear it again. It sounds like it is right outside our bedroom on the porch. He refuses to get up, so I take that powerful Maglight and get the nerve to go look. Nothing. But there is something. And now deductive reasoning tells us, it is in the wall right by our headboard. Nice.

So, all night long, there was a party in our walls. The scurrying, gnawing, falling, crashing wood kind of party. We maybe slept for 5 minutes while it or they were catching their breath.

Fast forward 5 days later. I didn’t clean the kitchen fully the night before. However, IT helped me out overnight with the crumbs on my counter but left me many, many, many, many nice little surprises behind. Lovely.

So, I called our pest control guy who visits us every month to come with his mad skillz and resources to do away with our new found party animal. We now have some really mean sticky traps in our kitchen floor and some nice poisonous bait in the attic and crawl space. Luckily, I haven’t had to figure out what to do with a live mouse who is stuck in our gooey trap.

The LBD Dual Significance: I’ll spare ya the Life By Design Dual Significance. However, we can definitely pass around some helpful hints. Thanks Paige for the drowning idea. GROSS! Have a great day everyone!