tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17379339.post116449870328533679..comments2023-11-03T05:57:24.997-04:00Comments on Coupons from the Edge: There's No Place Like HomeBecky Willis Motewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00136555605339679351noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17379339.post-1164542402559629722006-11-26T07:00:00.000-05:002006-11-26T07:00:00.000-05:00Good luck to your mother, SM. I feel her pain.bGood luck to your mother, SM. I feel her pain.<BR/><BR/>bBecky Willis Motewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00136555605339679351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17379339.post-1164512774040475272006-11-25T22:46:00.000-05:002006-11-25T22:46:00.000-05:00Wow, that is a highlight.Last Sunday we discovered...Wow, that is a highlight.<BR/><BR/>Last Sunday we discovered something inhabiting my mother's house. I heard it climb up the house, and while investigating I then saw it poke it's little head out of the seam at the edge of the roof. It was interested in my shining a flashlight up on it, but did not look like it feared for one second that I might kill it with a screwdriver. It's right about that. The exterminator has since said it's probably a flying squirrel, and therefore there are probably at least eleven of them. She also has mice that apparently are not completely exterminated yet, despite a previous professional attempt. While chasing the squirrel we found two mice who had succumbed to the poison, but I also heard little feet. I hope they fare better with the squirrels -- they have a plan.sandman1https://www.blogger.com/profile/11066816633017905095noreply@blogger.com