Our trusty doorbell camera lit up in the middle of the night, and I braced myself for another wildlife encounter. The last time, it was a wasp—buzzing and crawling across the lens like it owned the place. But this time, our surprise guest was a bit furrier.

Yes, a mouse.

There it was, caught on camera, darting around the front door like it was casing the joint. I couldn’t believe it. I’m sure it wasn’t Mickey’s cheerful little friend, and frankly, I’d prefer he stayed far, far away.

These little creatures seem determined to find a way in, but I’m having none of it. Between sealing up tiny gaps and setting deterrents, I feel like I’m running a fortress instead of a home. Who knew “home security” would include defending against nature’s smallest invaders?

I honestly never thought I’d be

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