On Saturday night I was innocently washing my face when I heard a rustling in my closet. I promptly stopped...listened...heard a rustling again...and then screamed for Dereje. He, in turn...stopped...listened...listened again...and then, heroically, called my father.
Turns out "the rat" only makes noise for us...we're special like that.
My father was able, through basic reasoning, to let us know that our "mouse" is likely in the wall of the house...so basically nothing is going to eat me in my sleep....to that I say, "hmmmph, we'll see."
We have come to learn that we are very likely attracting our unwanted wall guest by allowing oranges to remain on the tree outside our house.
So, the other morning I promptly strongly encouraged (and by "strongly encouraged" I mean "pushed") my Husband up our orange tree on Monday morning to "rid our yard of pesky oranges".
I believe there was some muttering on his part about starving children in Africa, or something like that, but I quickly told him that we would BUY oranges if he really wanted them but for right now ALL of them were to be removed from our tree...EVEN IF THEY ARE GREEN.
Dereje, begrudgingly, climbed up the tree...
And I helped by standing at the bottom of the tree to point out all of the oranges that he was missing (and snap photos).
I can now only pray that "de-oranging" our tree will now mean no more rustling in our closets...if not, I may need to invest in a lot of cheese and wine (cheese for the mice and wine for me)!
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