Yesterday morning there was a quarter-inch of rain. Cliff and I hit the road to pick up a few groceries, then drove to Olive Garden for the soup/salad/breadsticks deal. By the time we got home, the day had warmed considerably. Of course, it was almost time for Cliff to go to work. The granddaughters got off school early, so after Cliff left we all agreed to head to the cabin.
Arriving at the cabin, I dug around in my cabin-bag and realized the key wasn't there.
We really didn't need to get inside, except I wanted to see if there was any mouse-poison left. It's almost a quarter-mile back to the house, so I told the girls we'd just hang out for awhile. Sadie was on the alert for birds, dogs, or wild varmints to chase.
So the girls went down the path; Natalie didn't stay long. She and Monica have entered that stage of their lives where each thinks the other is stupid, ugly, and unlovable. (Insert deep sigh here.)
After the girls were gone, I went to the cabin alone with a spare key and confirmed my suspicion that I'd locked the key inside last time there.
I have to keep it locked or the neighborhood boys will use it as a party-house.
I discovered that only mice have been partying there. Big time. They've eaten every trace of poison I put out last time I was there.