After a long, cold winter, I opened the shed door to review the garden seeds I had on hand and which I would want to order new for this year's growing season. I discovered piles of shredded seed packets soiled by rodent droppings. Grrr. Not only was my seed stash completely destroyed, but the mouse had eaten all of our grass seed as well. This weekend, Bobby pulled out the grill to smoke a couple pork roasts and discovered this:
It's a snugly little home built of fiberglass insulation located only a few feet from a delicious garden seed buffet. The mouse had apparently left some time ago. There's no telling how many generations of mice we unknowingly nurtured through the cold winter.
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