Mice: 3. Me: 1. Okay, so I am a scaredy-cat. (I get that from my mother.) But coming face to face, eye to eye with the 3rd mouse of the night sent me packing. I grabbed my purse, my keys, and the TV remote. (Apparently I didn’t want them watching NCIS reruns on my dime.)
I drove around a while; wound up at the Clarion. They were so nice. They even gave me a complimentary “overnight” toiletry bag. Islanders seem to have a lot of patience for us city-folk. I am so grateful! 
Anyway, the exterminator will be here before noon. Lesson learned: Don’t leave home without your make-up. Or clean underwear. (You’d think my mother would have taught me that as well.)
Jean Stone on Martha's Vineyard 
Jean, you are not alone, I would have run off with the first mouse, so in my book you were brave to wait for the third one.good luck with the exterminator
Thanks!!!
I think someone needs to have a chat with the landlord.
Someone did. She’s been very understanding. Yay!
A little ketchup, some salt and a fresh roll—
A vintage red wine~~~~~~~~
Not every place has dinner on the hoof with no extra charge!
Jean I will be happy to send Cocoa our kitty over on the next ferry, I guarantee you will no longer have a mouse, chipmunk, baby possum, squirell, or possibly even skunks left on that island!! She really is Cocoa the killer!!