One of Bob’s brothers was passing through town this weekend
and I used the opportunity to gift away two quilts, one for him…
…and one for his wife.
While I was taking quilts out for him to choose, a few
flecks of paper fell out of a pillowcase one quilt was stored in. Included in that pillowcase was a
registration form from when I had the quilt hung in a local show several years
ago. I didn’t think much about it until later
when Bob yelled, “We have a mouse!”
It was then I had one of those light bulb moments and went
back to look at the paper. Yup! It had been chewed on, and when I examined
the pillowcase, I saw a small hole.
Thankfully, Bob’s brother did not choose that quilt nor did I find
evidence that the mouse had chewed on the quilt itself.
We recently caught two mice in the garage, but apparently at
least one made it into the house. I
guess my dogs have adopted it as a pet, because they certainly did not alert
us. They are totally useless as
mousers. Remember the movie “Mouse Hunt”? I hope this doesn’t turn into that kind of
debacle. Meanwhile, I’ll be pulling
quilts off that shelf to check for further damage while Bob sets traps.
