I have consistently enjoyed the pitter patter of little feet. The sound of your child running across a bare wooden floor to you can make the toughest Mom get misty. It was good fun listening to those kind of little feet. Those feet are all grown up now. So, the little feet I’m hearing in our lake house truly aren’t the sort of little feet I want inside our lake house. I heard them the other month but, I kind of questioned my ear as my husband was mowing outside. But, it wasn’t too much longer until I distinctly heard them again. This time our lake house was silent so I could totally hear those clawed tiny feet. Both of us had rodents of some sort living in the HVAC duct vents. I nearly had to tranquilize my husband when I told him, so I got right on it… The call after the message to the exterminator was to our HVAC guy. He advised a duct cleaning crew to come out once the rodents were eradicated. I wondered for days how these furry dudes got in the lake house. I recognize mice can flatten themselves down to squeeze through an otherwise overseen crack. But, this would be a first for our little cottage of twenty various years. It entirely bothered me. So, I was extra stoked when the air duct crew showed up. I asked if I could sort of tag along to watch them do their thing. I am fascinated by just the weirdest stuff. The air duct crew found the problem immediately. A duct segment in the attic had become unsealed. The mice were able to enter the HVAC plan that way. Not only did these people do an unbelievable job but, they resealed all the air ducts. I’m certain we can go another twenty years separate from the pitter patter of those particular brand of little feet.