The things we do in these kinds of sweat and wait situations.
I'm catching mice.
Since my cat disappeared, I
went back to the system I had before I hired him. Dinner knife
balanced on the edge of a counter over a bucket with about an inch of
water in it. The water's so the mice can't jump out of the bucket --
from a dry bucket floor, they can make it, but the water puts a drag
on them. Little peanut butter on the outboard edge of the dinner
Mouse creeps along knife after peanut butter, knife
overbalances, mouse goes in bucket. Knife doesn't because you tie a
string to the handle end. If the knife falls in the bucket, the mouse
will run up your arm when you reach in to get it. The string has to be
long enough to let the knife go vertical, short enough so it doesn't
go in the bucket, or the mouse will climb up the knife and string.
Invented it when I sold limes, so called it the Limesterine Mousewash.
Works like a charm. Six mice so far tonight. Down the toilet. Eight
total since I reinstituted it. I think the current high score is due
to a major mouse invasion I had right before this hurricane. They
sense these things, I believe.
Relieves the boredom otherwise associated with your roof blowing off
in a major hurricane.
So, I'm safe. But I'm not all right. Then again, I never was.
Gotta go do a mouse check.