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It comes as no real surprise to us that we have mice in the log home we have purchased. However, the speed at which they have made their presence known has us a little vexed. In less than a week, with much of our stuff being placed for just a day or two, we have found items chewed, and sprinkled with urine and feces.

These guys are wasting no time. Maybe the threat of winter temperatures is chasing them indoors. It’s weird to think that just days ago we were in t-shirts and eating dinner out on the deck.

We need to get after the adding of pets: cats to chase the mice, and dogs to get after the pocket gophers. Then we have to figure out how to manage our time and expenses to support our new pets. Next, we will need to establish a way to manage the pet food to keep out the raccoons that are smart enough to foil many a plot to deter them.

Who’s going to have time to mend fences and work with our invited guests, the horses?

How long do you think it will be until we discover our first intruding bat?

I’ve been telling people that our new place resembles the lake home in Hayward, …right down to the mice.