Two Years Later, Still Awake
My name is Carol, and I live just outside Denver with my husband Rick.
Two winters ago, we had mice. Bad ones. Scratching in the walls, droppings in the pantry, the whole nightmare.
We did everything right. Traps. Sealed every gap we could find. Even paid an exterminator $310 to finish the job.
It worked. By spring, they were gone. Completely.
That should have been the end of the story.
It wasn't.
Because months later, long after the mice were gone, I was still lying awake every night.
Every creak of the house settling. Every branch against the window. My eyes would fly open and my heart would start pounding, convinced it was back.
I'd get up, check the kitchen, find nothing, and lay back down heart still racing.
Rick started to worry about me.
Honestly, so did I.