In my previous “Faith in Vermont” column, I wrote about the sickness season that’s hard upon us. This time of year is also mouse season; as the weather turns colder, the mice peek out of their frozen burrows at our warm, well-lit house and think, Heyyyyy! That’s not a bad idea! The Gong residence gets mice year-round, but this past month we’ve been catching almost a mouse a day in our mudroom, which is apparently some sort of mouse superhighway.
I have issues with mice. Not to be overly dramatic, but: The WORST thing about living in Vermont is that there are mice here. Lots and lots of mice.