MOUSE? REALLY?!

This camping life, at the moment, is for the birds.

Our first week in one spot and WE HAVE A FREAKING MOUSE. More than one, actually. I spent the entire night last night wide awake trying to keep the little shit from getting too far into the fifth wheel. He/she/it came up through the water pipes into the kitchen island and it sounded like a mac truck was trying to break into the place.

Reg and I spent like a thousand dollars tonight and now the place looks like Afghanistan. It's rigged to the teeth. Even tried the what the locals were using - light ropes surrounding their units. Whatever.

We're sleeping at friends tonight, so we'll see what's left of the place tomorrow. Maybe parking at the edge of the park in a nice secluded spot overlooking nothing but wilderness wasn't such a good idea.