I’ve been cleaning out closets and pantries today. I pitched some really, really old sugar and flour. I don’t know how long it lasts, but, since I don’t cook any more, there was no sense in holding on to it.
Last month a noticed a mouse run from my laundry room into the kitchen, so I bought a couple of traps and caught it the next night. Everyone told me there wouldn’t be just one, but I’ve had the trap out for weeks and haven’t caught another. We’ve never had mice before, guess it was the drought that brought them in. Anyway, there was another mouse.
When I started to remove the trash bag from the can, sugar and coffee grounds started coming out, so I moved it back over the can and saw the other booger in the bottom of the can. I put the trash bag and hauled the whole thing out to the large trash can and dumped it all in and shut the lid. Hopefully the little thing is still in there when the trash man comes on Wednesday.
So after cleaning up the mess on the floor, I’m now taking a break. Whew. At least I didn’t scream like a little girl and run away. Very proud of myself.