Well, it sure has been a while since I've updated! I usually have some sort of story every day, but sitting down on the farm, just doesn't happen too much during the summer time!
But I will tell you the story for today.
I was looking out the window at the flower beds, seeing how they are doing today and if they needed any water, when I saw something scurry across the sidewalk. It was a little mouse. Yuck! Then I noticed there was another one right behind it, but it was not moving as quickly. I realized they must be babies. I went and grabbed our cat. I thought this would be a great and easy treat for her.
Dumb cat just sat there and sniffed at them. Maybe cause they were babies and they were too slow. What's the fun in that? She did bat at the one that moved a little quicker. It squeaked a little and then she plopped herself down on the cool dirt. Then I noticed TWO more little mice in the crack of the sidewalk. So yes. We had four total. I pulled the cat over again. She didn't care. Sheesh, what was I thinking by giving her cat food this morning! I should have left her ravenously hungry. Well... the reason I fed her is because she has yet another litter of babies. And we all know how important it is for a nursing mother to eat and drink plenty. So, she wasn't interested in the mice.
Then I called the husband. He was just down at the shop. I told him that there were 4 baby mice up at the house for him to kill. He told me to do it myself. I told him that I didn't want to. What if I missed. He said I couldn't miss if they were babies. I told him I didn't want to. He told me there was a shovel right there on the grass. I told him I didn't want to. He told me that sometimes I just have to kill stuff. I told him I didn't want too. Then I got a great idea. I told him that if he walked up here and killed them for me, I would make him an awesome dinner tonight.
Worked like a charm.
I haven't cooked anything in a very long while. That's what happens when you are 9 months pregnant and it's the middle of summer and you don't have air conditioning.
He totally went for it. The poor guy. But that is the power of steak and potatoes for ya.
He easily bopped them on the head. Poor little babies...that now won't be able to get into my house!
He tried looking for the 4th one (the fastest one) under this bush. But we couldn't find it. At least he got three of them. I don't feel too bad...even though they are pretty cute and they were a bit helpless. Because I know how NOT fun it is when they get into the house. Yuck.
Thank you, cowboy. Now...anyone got any great recipes I can look at for dinner tonight???