Here I Come to Save The Day

I went out to the barn today to exercise the lawnmower. After I managed to crank the engine over, I started hearing a squeak. Actually, several squeaks, followed by the pitterpatter of little rodent feet. Apparently, four or five mice have decided to winter over in the rafters. The engine noise sent them scurrying down the support beams, across a shelf, and off in the general direction of the tack closet. As long as they don't try to move into the house.