Well, I’m giving you fair warning that I am going to sleep soon, but I will leave with more tales of mice. Back in my old apartment, I used to keep a tin in the shape of a barrel in my pantry closet. I kept some peanut chews in them. This tin had a dime sized hole. Well, I wanted a peanut chew, but something else got to them first!! You guessed it.
Also, when I was around nine, I had a dog. Well, one day he was barking at something in the corner. It was a mouse. My grandmother,A”H, a holocaust survivor, who probably had see her share of them, unfortunately, just picked it up by the tail and got rid of it. Go Grandma!! I also remember Grandma, getting rid of one another way, she stepped on it. I still see it today, she had a light blue wedge slipper on, and squash!!
Ah, what can I say, they don’t make Grandmas like they use too!!