Tom has to set and get rid of these regularly. Thank heavens for him. Remember when mom was in Oregon and I was in Pleasant Grove and I called her screaming about a mouse under my bed? I don't remember what happened to the mouse, but I do remember thinking that I wasn't getting off my bed until she got home.(This is dried coyote poop, so it's not as bad)
I live so far away that it costs me a million dollars a month just to drive Addison to school. The fact that gas is almost $4 a gallon here doesn't help. And then there are the noises that keep me up at night. In addition to wild animals scratching my house, there are coyotes howling, wild turkeys gobbling, and owls that sound like demon children laughing (that's even scarier than wild animals scratching under my window).
What I love about living in the woods...
This is where Addison gets to go when I say..."Why don't you play outside for a while?"






