This week I slogged my way through the Mahoosuc Range. But just when I thought I had borne the full extent of Mother Natures fickle November furry...icy ledges and pounding sleet..I was wakened in the middle of the night to the sound of a mouse (or possibly mice) making precise little holes in my down jacket!
Has anyone EVER heard of this before? There was no food anywhere near...
It was at the Carlo Col shelter. The jacket was brand new (EMS glacier). The only thing i can think of was that the mice were looking for, and getting, bedding for winter.
If so, this is war. I just added another item to my 'full winter gear' list: a rack of mouse traps.
ARG....
-C
Has anyone EVER heard of this before? There was no food anywhere near...
It was at the Carlo Col shelter. The jacket was brand new (EMS glacier). The only thing i can think of was that the mice were looking for, and getting, bedding for winter.
If so, this is war. I just added another item to my 'full winter gear' list: a rack of mouse traps.
ARG....
-C
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