Atta girl Vicki!
Keep setting those traps, sounds like it's a family affair, and there will be more. Then the coons start coming too, so you'll be ready for them!
Kathy ~ Thanks for the full version of that poem. I've known too may mothers who had immaculate homes, while the babies were either raised by a nanny or planted in a playpen in front of a TV. I have one that explains my life as it is now, no more baby excuses.
Well...maybe chicken babies!
"Come in, sit down, relax, converse,
My house doesn't always look like this, sometimes it's even worse!"
Kathy ~ Thanks for the full version of that poem. I've known too may mothers who had immaculate homes, while the babies were either raised by a nanny or planted in a playpen in front of a TV. I have one that explains my life as it is now, no more baby excuses.
"Come in, sit down, relax, converse,
My house doesn't always look like this, sometimes it's even worse!"