There's a mouse in the yarn closet....

    Jeff's been telling me that there was a mouse in the yarn closet for days now but I kept saying it was just passing thru, besides there was D-con in the attic way and all the yarn was in Rubbermaid-like boxes.  Well, this morning I looked and somehow the tops of 2 of those boxes had come ajar so he pulled them out and we went thru them.  The wool yarn on top of the box was chewed and there was a nest at the bottom!  I screamed as a mouse jumped out and ran back into the closet!!  Then I got a contractor bag, held my breath and dumped the entire box of wool into it.  I did the same with the 2nd box but no nest.  The mama mouse just ran thru the closet again but the shelf is empty.  Sorry, mama, but the nest is gone and you're not welcome to build another.  Maybe some of Jeff's stuff in the parlor can fit

on that shelf...as long as it's hard and not mouse friendly.
  The 2 empty boxes are going to become potato boxes.  Jeff found a site on U-tube where they grew potatoes in plastic tubs and boxes so he's trying it this year.  So far he's got 4 big plastic boxes sitting in the

raised boxes out front that are planted with
potatoes...and they seem to like it.  The plants have just broken thru the ground but hopefully they will continue to grow and
as they do and Jeff fills the box with dirt (the way to 'hilling potatoes' in boxes) the box will be filled in and covered with potato greens.  You're suppose to see the bulges

that are the potatoes thru the box sides.  Let's hope so!  Anyway, my 2 former yarn boxes will soon have potatoes planted in them.  By staggering the plantings the harvest is prolonged.  We enjoy Jeff's potatoes and went thru last year's harvest rather quickly.  You 

never realize that most of the produce in the stores is 
picked before it's ripe until you grow your own and notice that there is a taste difference.  Jeff's hoping for 10-15 lbs of potatoes from each box.  Now wouldn't that be nice.
   Mama mouse just ran thur again. I wish she'd just leave.  I don't know who feels worse...Jeff and the mouse for dumping the nest or me for dumping the yarn.  Ah, life in the country.

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