Every Spring and Fall we get visitors to our 100 year old farm house. Oh, their not the relatives that would visit us in Florida, sunning by the pool with occasional dips that would have us shuddering. Grin, now I understand how that oh so cold water felt so warm to them. Nope our Missouri visitors are usually field mice. When the seasons change and the rain starts a coming the sweet little field mice pack up their suitcases and bypass Beverly to vacation at Mi casa y su casa. This spring apparently our Welcome mat was a bit bigger.
We have either Squirrels or Chipmunks in our ceilings, and boy are they partying up there. A few of the locals have told us it's probably Chipmunks. Apparently others are having this problem and have seen the little culprits. So boys beware, THE WAR IS ON!