Hugs to Gina. Boy, that
Hugs to Gina. Boy, that is NO fun to have your trailer ruined by water and mice <.pout.> When I was little, I remember that after we moved to Washington and put our trailer in the garage, we found swarms of mice in it when we pulled it out. My special beach towel that my aunt made me got all chewed up (I’m sure that was among everything else, but as an 11 year old, that’s what I remember). Those darn mice . . . there were so many of them that mom paid Leonard (my brother) 5cents for every one he could catch in mousetraps, and Leonard made many dollars. Yucky!
