When we finally knew for sure that we would be moving from our small Victorian house in town to our home, up here, on the hill, I quickly pulled together one last tea party for memories' sake. And, it is a lovely memory - six of us ladies laughing our heads off at stories of rooster antics. It all started when I asked what I should know about living out in the country instead of in the village. "Ants and mice are a problem and the sound of the crickets in late summer is deafening."
I just very recently spent the day cleaning out my baking cupboard from one mouse who was living the high life. I found, to my surprise, the bottom plastic of an 8 oz. tube of frosting chewed to bits and the entire contents, not only devoured, but, the inside completely licked clean. Talk about a last meal!
"Well, I suppose in the end it was a romantic way to perish, for a mouse."