Pets

Between the traps and the exterminator, they're gone now. They were getting bold enough for me to see them scurry along the baseboards when I switched on the light. My sweet, little hound is now permanently afraid of going in the kitchen. I'm sure she sensed something wild in there, smelled them, whatever. Now I have to give her a little shove from behind to get her to go in to get to the back door when she wants to go out in the yard. She's the same 'hunting dog' that froze when she upset a nest of baby bunnies by shoving her nose too deep into a bunch of tall grass. Pacifist to her core.