Warning – do not read if you have an aversion to rodents. LOL.
Back in early June, we had a short camping trip ( mentioned in one of my earlier blog posts) to Barkerville, BC. What I didn’t mention at the time was that not only did the motor home transport DH and me, plus our two Irish Setters, Bailey and Lyric, to Barkerville and back, but also a family of mice! They were living in a neat little nest in the engine compartment, and at night they’d sneak out and search for anything edible, both in the motor home and outside. As you can imagine, we weren’t exactly thrilled to discover the stowaways. Not only could we not imagine how they actually survived the trip, but their presence was driving the dogs crazy at night.
DH set traps. And we’d catch a mouse every night, but the next night there’d be more squeaking and scratching and the dogs would be sniffing and snorting. By the time we got home, we assumed we’d pretty much trapped them all. But DH needed to do some work on the motor home before we could go off on our next little trip and little mice kept dropping out of the engine compartment onto the ground where DH was working. It seemed like it was raining mice! DH dispatched them as quickly as he could. Finally, there appeared to be no more mice.
So now it’s August and we’re planning a trip to Vancouver Island to visit my 93 year-old father! We’ve had a really good summer, with lots of sunny days and lots of heat. The shower in the motor home hasn’t worked for years, but we mostly stay at Provincial Parks that have shower houses, so it hasn’t been a problem. But this year, for the first week of our trip, we’re planning on staying at parks that don’t have showers, so it’s time to get it fixed. DH finally gets the non-functioning shower working, but opening up the drain seems to bring with it the most unpleasant odour. Doubting his memory, he asks me whether or not we emptied the holding tanks in town before coming home and parking it in June. “Absolutely” I assured him. “And we flushed it with lots of water to make sure they were well cleaned out”. But the odour lingered.
It’s time to start loading the motor home. What a stink. “We can’t possibly travel in that thing with that smell – you have to do something about it” I complain. DH puts holding tank deodorizer into the system. Still we’ve got the stink. I’m frantic. I spray Febreeze! It doesn’t help. Then DH has a brain wave, gets down on his hands and knees and reaches under the passenger seat. “I guess this is the problem” he says, as he pulls out a mouse trap sporting a very dead, very rotten mouse.
Amazingly, the odour is gone. How about that?