Exterminators

I began my day with the unsettling (and completely founded) suspicion that a mouse was trapped in one of my recycling bins when I heard frantic scurrying coming from that direction. A few of my boys not only secretly made, but also saved, my day when they unquestioning followed me into my room and removed the mouse for me as I stood shrieking in the corner.

Love is acting as willing exterminator at 730 in the morning–after you took at least one bus to school and before you’ve had breakfast. I’m so lucky to have them.

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