For the past few years, I’ve waged a war with mice at our cabin, essentially trying to keep them out of our crawlspace storage area.
It’s not a perfect setup, but it’s necessary, and for a few years, I thought I was winning the war – they were staying away, never coming back.
But this year, they all ganged up on me, and they launched a counteroffensive (or at least I like to imagine they all had a huddle and got together to come at me).
And did they ever, laying waste to everything in our storage area (emphasis on the waste).
But I got complacent, I left things as is, stopped doing the maintenance and the traps that kept them at bay, and this past weekend, I had to pay the price and perform the ultimate cleanup.
(And gross, mostly gross).
Maintenance is boring, but complacency, that is a pain to clean up and an immediate wish for boring.