When the mouse laughs at the cat, there is a hole nearby. ~ Nigerian Proverb
First, thanks to all of you for your words of advice and encouragement!
The mice and the toilet are both still running but we’re trying to get ahead of them.
She found one dead mouse. That takes the another one bites the dust count to six.
As per your advice, she also crawled around underneath the RV.
It looks tight down there, except for one loose bolt that spins and doesn’t tighten. It’s stuffed with steel wool for now.
The mice may have hopped aboard in Iowa, looking for a change of scenery. Or they could be Texas natives. Hard to say. We did discover today that they found Henry’s extra bag of dog food, which we’d forgotten about, in the back of the truck. So, that, too, is now in an air tight container.
Until the home invasion began, it never occurred to us to fill in the space around the water hose which certainly must have looked like an invitation. Now there’s steel wool, peppermint oil, rat poison, sticky traps, springy traps and Bounce dryer sheets just about everywhere.
Hopefully they aren’t still coming in, but they’re still laughing. I’ve been hearing them all night.
Henry’s not much of a mouser.
He seems to think they’re under his cushion.
He’s keeps alternating between vigilant and resigned.
As for our other problem, I called a mobile RV repairman at 8 yesterday morning about the toilet that’s still on the run.
That was 22 hours ago.
He must have been a long way from Houston.
Our rig is scheduled to move in about a week. The plan right now is to head back to Smiley, although that could change. If we go there, we know a great repair guy from Seguin.
We can stop the water by pushing up on the foot pedal. The thing is, most of the time it stops just fine on its own, but clearly, not always. Our fear has been that we’ll forget to push up, the time it decides to take off, so we’ve tried to make it as inconvenient as possible to flush by ensconcing the foot pedal with a milking stool, which we have to move each time.
On second thought – that looks too little to be a milking stool unless they had really short cows on Heidi’s grandpa’s farm. I think the milking stool is under my knitting. I don’t know what that is in the bathroom but it seems to be working for now.
OK, at this exact moment, a mouse just ran across the floor. No kidding! I’m not happy about this. I’m still in my I hate to kill or squish things mode, same one I’ve been in for 55 years.
This is the first time I’ve seen one on the run. He must have been here before because he shot across the kitchen floor about 4 feet in front of me with absolutely no fear or hesitation. Laughing.
I’m thinking Ben.
I just got up and boldly reached over the top of the island and opened the cabinet door to the much mouse baited waiting area under the sink, but I don’t think he’s falling for it. Henry is sound asleep as is Heidi.
I wish she’d wake up and put her mice stomping boots on. There’s way too much laughing going on.