JoMar Acres

I know – it is Monday, and a weekend update is in order. Maybe tomorrow. Today, I want to talk about the place we are moving out of. Moving somewhere new always means leaving somewhere old behind. In this case, Eric and I are leaving behind a cute two bedroom home, with a great kitchen and lovely landlords. – Really, they are lovely. Oh and a beautiful Star Magnolia Tree. (Is that why Mississippi’s license plates read “And Stars Fell On” ? – oh wait, no, that is Alabama). Anyhow, the tree is beautiful.

Over the weekend Eric and I have been packing up and cleaning up the old place because our landlords are showing it this evening to a potential buyer. We really like our landlords and want to make sure we do our best to help their efforts. But fast-forward to the juicy stuff.

When I walked into the kitchen this morning – well it just stinks in there. So I thought, well we’ve just got to be sure we take out the trash before we leave. We took out the trash – same smell. It’s coming from a particular corner of the kitchen. The ants are making a trail through my kitchen, but they aren’t eating our food. They are going to the little mousey hole in the wall. I’ve been trying to draw them away with ant poison, but they persist towards the hole in the wall. The smelly hole.

So here is our hypothesis: over the weekend we took all the furniture out of the kitchen. Saturday night our faithful mouser Cali Elizabeth had it out in the kitchen with a mousey friend. But Cali is more of a player than a killer. She kills things by accident, or when she is really, really angry. And when she does kill something, she eats part of it, if she is interested. She doesn’t eat bugs. So, it is our hypothesis that Cali caught and played with a mouse and that this mouse crawled back to it’s hole – mortally wounded. And died – in the wall of course. Now, Cali can’t get back to the mouse, but alas, have no fear, the ants can!

This reminds me of the time a pigeon flew into my attic and somehow fell down between two wallboards and couldn’t fly back out. They had to cut a hole in the wall to remove the pigeon – which was of course already dead. True story.