Yesterday was Molly & Maxx's first day back at school.  Everyone seemed happy to go back. 













I don't know why Maxx always has to make a monster face for the camera - but it is better than the fake exaggerated smile he does otherwise.  Sigh . . .
















That dresser in both photos?  That's where the piano will go when we move it.  Bry just installed a lovely light fixture that really makes that little corner at the bottom of the stairs glow.

1 night.

8 traps.

6 dead mice.

I feel like I need some Monty Python bloke to wheel a barrow past my door singing "Bring out yer dead!" Farm house or not, I do not tolerate any creature with neither functional sphincters nor clothes in my pantry.  Or on my table or counter top or cupboards or in my silverware drawer - etc . . . .   I'm tired of washing everything every day. 

And how do they get in the places they do, anyway?  Grappling hooks?  Tiny helicopters?  Little catapults? 
Sheesh. 
The war continues.