What is the most destructive animal in New England? Coyotes? Bears? Wild house kitties?
Whatever you've guessed, it's wrong.
It's mice. In my opinion, anyway.
Last winter when they were looking for someplace to get out of the cold, mice invaded our shed outside. They destroyed anything paper or cloth-like, made nests in fertilizer, and poohed all over every surface. It took Hubby the better part of a three-day weekend to clean out the shed, and then later on get a dumpster service to get rid of all the spoils of war.
And now, over the weekend--A family of mice (or one member of the family being a real jerk) has destroyed my central air conditioning. They snoodled right into the unit outside at the first mention of cooler weather, and not for the first time. Last time it was just some wires. This time it's the whole kit and caboodle. The compressor's toast, and the air handler in the attic too. Should I feel bad that they perished in the resulting POOF? No, no I do not. Does this make me heartless? I don't think so.
The resulting cost is similar to that of a small car, and our home insurance does not cover acts of "rodent damage." I could seriously cry.
I know that it's going to be OK. We have options, and the silver lining is that today is the first day of fall. Not exactly air-conditioning weather, and this didn't happen in July. It didn't destroy our heating system as well. For these reasons alone I'm thankful.
But still. Mice eating, and then blowing up my air conditioning. Ugh, it's always something.