Know Your Poo
Last week I purchased a couple of small mums to use as decorations for the autumn-themed teacher luncheon. They worked well and I brought them home to use on my porch.
A problem with my porch is that it gets a lot of direct, hot sun all day long and last week the temperatures were more like June than October. So I brought the mums into the house until the weather cooled off.
Then one evening while cooking dinner I noticed some little droppings on the counter…the kind of droppings that indicate you might have a furry, little visitor. I carefully finished up dinner, wrapped everything tightly in plastic wrap and waited for David to get home so he could move the mums, which were standing in the way of seeing where the mouse might be hiding.
The mums standing in the way.
The droppings.
I carefully tried to investigate a little further and discovered this, hiding in my mums:
I then witnessed the grasshopper, do his…um, business. You cannot imagine my relief as I realized we did not have a mouse at all, we simply had a grasshopper that had been eating mums all day.
So the lesson of the day is, mouse poo and grasshopper poo look incredibly alike.
