what flows, goes over or around
The garage side door had a gap you’d have to kneel to see or be a deer mouse hunting. Across the breezeway to waypoints in the furnace room and a warm-spot over the dishwasher, baring wires.
Despite the sonic blaster guarantee, field mice left defiant droppings in the garage and in our pantry. After they made it to the counter top, the exterminator was here to talk of how mice flow with the season.
They ate his cobs of desiccant, hidden in black boxes behind bushes and along the downspout spillway. When the breezeway went quiet, I sealed the door gap with foam so the flow runs around our rock.
