As most of you know, our family loves going to spend time at the deer camp in Port Gibson. We decided to go this past weekend so that Charlie could do some work at the camp, and I could help Sigrid with some work in the trailer. The last time Sigrid went down, she found some traces of "critters" and she wanted to put out some sticky pads to hopefully catch them. She put them under beds and behind toilets - places that you would think were out of the way. On Sunday, Tripp was playing with our nephew Gavin in the back bedroom of the trailer. Sigrid and I noticed that they had gotten very quiet, but I just thought that they were playing quietly in the back like little angels. A few minutes later, they walked in the living room and Tripp turned around only for me to see that he had one of the sticky pads stuck to the back of his clothes. Now I don't know if any of you have ever dealt with these sticky pads, but they are covered with some kind of glue on steroids. We could not pull the sticky pad off of his clothes. We had to remove his clothes and then basically rip the sticky pad off of his shirt and shorts. Needless to say, I was none to happy since this was in the midst of the electricity being out and many other destructive acts done by Tripp. When we finally got the sticky pad off of his clothes, we soaked them in hot water and I told Sigrid that I would just try and wash them when I got home. I tried all kinds of things - boiling water and vinegar, ice, etc. The glue did come out of his shirt but not his shorts and of course, sticky got all over the inside of my washer. All I can say is that I give snaps to whoever invented the glue for these sticky pads and mice everywhere beware!!!
