On a very wet, drizzly, misty, cold day last week, Cowboy H and I tackled the Tack Room Project.
I had been informed a few days prior we were getting a "roommate"; a new boarder had been assigned to our tack room. Oh crap, we'd better get our crap organized. And we'd better clean out all the crap on the floor. Honestly, our tack room was a mess. Embarrassingly messing.
I was even more embarrassed when we opened the door and saw this:
Eeek! The roommate had landed! And poor girl could barely fit her one tack trunk in the door.
We got started right away. After all, we had this to deal with:
And last but not least, this:
Yes, we had a mouse infestation. Eeek! I think we had 3 extended families living in there, nestled all cozy up in my saddles and pads.
We caught them. Wanna see?
Sure you do.
Actually, this was only about 1/4 of them. We gave them to Hank.
He "played" with them, while Huey looked on.
Please note how ridiculously wet and muddy my dog is compared to Cowboy H's. That's cuz Hank's a sissy.
Ok, moving on. Hopefully Cowboy H won't read that.
We removed everything from the tack room, piled it onto the back of my truck and swept the whole thing out.
The mice families had literally shredded the user guide for my point-n-shoot. Good thing that camera's broken and I have this nice fancy one!
We also set a few of the sticky traps in the corner. Hopefully new girl won't walk in and find one staring at her with his dead little eyes.
Yes, that is a big ole pile of grain on the floor. That is what came out of the hole the mice had made when I picked up the bag.
When it was nice and purty and clean, we put everything back in. And it looked like this:
As a final touch, we hung these by the door.
Oh, you want a closer look you say?
An even closer one?
Well, okay, I suppose.
And with that, the Tack Room Project was completed.
And I felt much better about my life.
And then I returned home.
And that feeling quickly escaped me.