Mouse Rant:
So I noticed mouse activity in the very late fall near my dad’s truck. I’m hardly ever there, and when I am, I have a million chores to do and errands to run. The truck hasn’t moved in a while because the transmission’s burnt up in it, and they let the batteries go dead in it. My mom said she didn’t know you could start a vehicle with a cooked transmission. Give me a break. I placed snap traps under the truck, bait stations in the engine bay, and glue traps in the cab. I caught one mouse the first night with the snap traps, but then all it would catch was wrens, and I had to pull those because I felt guilty. They’re harmless little birds just going for a quick bite. The bait stations had nibbles on the poison and feces inside but no mouse. Great. I checked the glue traps after the last protracted period of time I was there and nothing. I asked my mom to keep an eye on them for me. She said she would.
Anyway, I came into some free time last weekend where I could get fresh batteries and try to start the truck so I can take it to have the tranny rebuilt. I open it up and find three absolutely putrefied mice on the glue traps with blow flies in them, and I later found maggots embedded in the backing of the carpet. It was disgusting, and I was so pissed. I spent the whole weekend cleaning that truck and trying to get that smell out. I rented a carpet steamer and had to buy a bunch of products to try and do that whole job.
In hindsight, I shouldn’t have taken it on someone’s word that they would take care of this for me. I asked her to start my Jimmy when I’m gone for 3 weeks to a month at a time, and she didn’t. Just bought a new battery for it because the old one was out of warranty and dead as Dillinger. I’m almost out of school, and I’m gonna have to take more responsibility for mine and my dad’s stuff. I didn’t want to step on toes with his stuff because my brother has certain rights to it, but letting my dad’s prized possession be a toilet and sex shack for a bunch of nasty rodents is absolutely desecrating. Now I’m mad, and I’m gonna take it under my wing. I couldn’t care less who gets pissed off about it.
Oh, for you non-single men out there, make sure your better half knows how to do stuff should you die first. My mom’s a complete invalid, and she’s impossible to help. It’s actually very sad. And she’s 55. That’s a long time to live completely crippled like that.