One Does Not Equal an Infestation--I Hope

Somethings are good in gobs, gaggles, and bunches. There is nothing better than a gob of pre-schoolers at a petting zoo. I love seeing gaggles of geese flying overhead in their perfect V formation. And it sure is fun to get bunches of pretty flowers from time to time. But even ONE of some things is too much! For Suburban Turmoil, that would be bugs. Ants in particular. She can't stand them. She has tried everything to rid her home of the little buggers, but to no avail. For me, one mouse is one too many. There is nothing worse than going down to the extra bedroom in the basement and finding little mouse "evidence" on the bed. So gross! Even though I have cleaned and scrubbed, I will never have another guest sleep in that bed. David did catch the little visitor last night. But if you have one, don't you usually have more that are just lurking around? Pepper was such a good mouser in her younger days and I was hoping that Josie would learn the trade. But alas, Josie is not interested in mousing for us because she is too busy chewing up other things--like expensive training watches. I would be all for a cat, but dear Katelyn is quite allergic to them. So instead we will stick with the old-school "snap" traps because they actually work. We'll also cling to the belief that one does not necessarily mean many.