Odd how things happen.

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I started with a box of food for the downstairs pantry.  Then I remember mouse traps.  Oh, but a broom and dustpan as well, to sweep down there.  I noticed how bad the floors are.  Hmm, might as well sweep, at least the back porch and on down, collecting it all down there.  It became crazy.

So, yes, I swept most of the back porch, and steps down into the basement, sweeping cobwebs I could reach and any ledge available as well.  I swear I have swept the glass down there three times.  Is it a ghostly echo?  Seriously, I have swept it three times to my memory.

Anyway. swept and picked up.  It could use another more thorough shot.  It will get it, if I can keep up.  At this point, energy was draining too quickly to do more.  With that done, I pulled out what I had thought was a single trap.  Four.  Live catch.  Okay.  So I sorted them out, and put them in places where, when they go off, other mice would be less likely to see.  Grain pails make nice little blind nooks, as do corners and the divider between shelves that goes all the way to the floor.  Four are set and ready.  I will check them each day.  I will probably have other things to go down, and could always sweep again in a day or two.

As well, the cans were stowed.  Everything down there, now, is in metal or very thick plastic.  No ramen noodles or peanut butter crackers in thin plastic and cardboard.  Never again, that sort of stuff, if for more reasons than one.  Keto, mice feed, and even if not keto, it isn't good food.  Sugar, soy, whatever else.

Zapped though.  Very tired.  Should I have done that?  I did get the ducks fed and out too.  Still, now it will be a couple hours before I can work.  Oh, I'll may garlic crostinis for the pate, though.  And kefir along side it when ready.  Ugh... I need to go down the steps again... butter.  Oh well.

It looks like another dark day.  It is 30 F out, last I looked.  Dreary, as well.  The waterers, oddly, are still running, and not completely used.  All good.  I'll get the rabbits right before hitting dishes.  A good start, even if that wasn't in the plans.  I will feel better every time I go out back.  Amazing what a little time, curiosity, and something else... can do in a short amount of time.  Sweating for it, but all good.

When the shower is done, and dishes are completed...  Wow.  I am not sure I have ever had it this good since I moved in.  Things are being set up.  Cleaned.  Cleared.  I am learning to throw things.  Could it be useful?  A tin can, on the moon, might be a Godsend.  But here?  Not so much.  Though... it might do well for the swirly mousetrap.  I just don't need a dozen.  If that was more about not having the energy to sort than it is about trying to hold on to things.  I could toss all day, with a little help.  Later.