the_jersey_lilly_2000
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When we first got married, we bought a lil house on the outskirts of town, the woman that lived in the house next to us, I don't think had EVER mowed her place. I won't say lawn, cuz there was no grass, it was blood weeds taller than the peak on her roof. Very seldom seen her step foot outside the front door. We lived there for five years. The fall before we left, somethin made her decide she needed clean up around the place. Had someone come in with a bush hog and mowed the whole place. OH MAN!!!!! We were OVER RUN with mice. I mean, they just started comin in every crack and crevice they could find. I was horrified. LOL Set mouse traps, one right after the other for a solid week, killin mice, put out poison, etc......got so bad that one night we were tryin to sit and watch tv. we seen several run across the baseboard in the kitchen, Mr Lilly begged me, PLEASE let me shoot em with the .22. At first I couldnt' empty the traps, I'd go wake him up in the middle of the night cuz I could hear one squeakin in the trap. Alotta the time he wasn't there, workin the oil field on call 24/7 so I finally got to where I could empty and reset the traps myself. So ever since then, if I see anything that remotely looks like a mouse mighta been around, I"m on a major huntin mission till I git it caught.