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Did that second dump run, getting rid of scrap wood, broken toys, our first artificial Christmas tree (seriously, why were we holding on these?), and even though the garage was clean, we still saw new pellets a couple of nights ago.
I feel like I'm being driven crazy by a small lagomorph.
Yesterday morning I went down to Home Depot and picked up a live trap (as well as a couple of mouse traps, in case I'm dead wrong about what I'm dealing with). Set it in a corner of the garage with carrots, cucumber, and apple.
So far, nothing.
The car is parked outside the garage, now. Working on a theory it was hiding out in there, because, well, where else could it be? Having had everything in the garage moved to the centre, or to the driveway, while I looked the last couple of times, there really are a limited number of hiding places, and it wasn't in anything I could see.
I'm very cautiously optimistic. The car's been outside for a while, so the half-starved bunny might at this point have left and gone on with his life. We'll see, I guess. I want to give the live trap a couple of days before I call it off, clean out the food, wipe down the trap, and put it away. But I'm hopeful this is it - the last week has eaten at me in a way that having mice in the (detached) garage at the old house never did.
I'm ready to not spend my waking moments obsessing about what is, or isn't?, in the garage. I'm really ready to not have to sweep and vacuum poop out of there. Just a reminder I guess that our relationship with nature is a pretty fine line, and if we humans were ever wiped off the planet, the distinction between interior and exterior would vanish immediately.