I'm a Checker, but not a Mice Checker...Yo

A few days ago..

 

Pre-post note:  We are currently besieged by mice.  Traps are set in the basement and the main level of our home. 

The words "GI BUG" scare the BeJeezus outta even the most resilient, calm, cool, and collected of d' rents.  Joe currently has one.  I was up at 3 am ... checking a blood glucose, ketones, and then bolusing insulin.

As Dave woke, I updated him on the night care provided.

Me:  "I checked his BG...high 200s, ketones were OK...I've bolused twice over the last three hours."

Him:  "What about the mice?"

Me:  "What?"

A sick Joe with Oscar.  Miniature Schnauzers are supposed to be mousers! 

Him:  "Did you check the mice?" (referring to our traps)

Me:  "I'm the ketone checker; you're the mice checker."

Checking in on the day-in-the-life, but not on the mice. 😱