North Glenora Reno

Today can only be described as having been taken directly from my nightmares. I have two fears, both somewhat irrational (well, one more than the other) but none the less I have only two fears and of course they both reared their angry heads within a day or two of each other.

The first being mice. I hate mice, it goes back about four years when one decided to take a nap in an oven mitt that I wanted to use as well. It still puts a pit in my stomach whenever I think of it….
So anyway, we have mice in the house right now. Granted, this is somewhat inevitable given the whole Reno thing but none the less we spotted the trademark black pellets and set the trapline as fast as we could. Of course, ours is (are) crafty and thus far have eaten the peanut butter off two of the traps. Undeterred, I bought more and better traps today along with some poison and some kind of sonic “get the hell away” device. Anyway, we didn’t sleep last night but hopefully with our new arsenal of death and destruction things will be better tonight.

My second fear is a bit less common but certainly after you hear this story you may develop this fear yourself. I am afraid of birds, well until today I was merely wary of them. Finley and I came home at the end of the day and as I am walking from the garage to the house, I hear this banging noise. I don’t think too much of it until I see birds reflecting in the glass on the back of the house. I look behind me, thinking that obviously they are behind me and head towards the house. As I am unlocking the back door, I suddenly realize that not only is the banging noise coming from within the house, so are the birds. That’s right, there are freaking birds inside my house, trying to break their way through the glass to get out. Finley gets in the house, notices right away and starts chasing one and I am yelling at him like a raving lunatic to get back outside. So now, virtually hyperventilating, I call R who promises to leave work right away. Thank goodness!
So, what do I do? Well, I leave of course. Fin and I headed off to Canadian Tire to buy the aforementioned arsenal of death and destruction for our other problem.
R and I arrive back at home at the same time and my hero went with an umbrella and a broom and coaxed the three, that’s right, three F-ing magpies out of our thankfully very large window in our new bedroom.

Anyway, R spent the evening adding insulation to the eaves of the new portion of the house and hopefully we will be bird free once more. And of course the death and destruction is back out in full force. Well, now at least there a chance I might sleep tonight. A small one but at this point beggars can’t be choosers.