The world is preparing to turn cold. The splendor of autumn belies the fact that the forest is battening down the hatches and sealing off openings to the outside. Antifreeze is being manufactured and pumped into the system. Self contained and protected, the forest trees will survive the long frigid twilight of winter.
The little cabin has gotten its final layer of winter protection. The rigid insulation sandwich is done. The silver lining is a radiant heat barrier. One side of it faces down to the outside and the other faces upwards to the cabin floor. Radiant heat can't come in and can't go out. That is the theory anyway.
The water and sewer lines are wrapped in a pink swaddling blanket and boxed in with the rigid insulation. The floor is now even more sealed off from the outside. And a mouse is sealed inside there some where. I can hear it scurrying around. There are still three potential escape routes if it is not trapped inside the wrong segment of floor joists. They tried to move in before the occupancy permit was granted and may suffer the consequences.
The bead board sheets come next. The joints will get wood trim and any tiny openings left will be caulked. Mr Mouse your last call is arriving soon. Get out now while the gettins good.
When I sit at the dining room tablette to sup and enjoy the view I do not want to hear any scurrying sounds beneath my feet.
Get out now Mr. Mouse while there is still time to build yourself a new house for the cold days to come. I won't even mind if you help yourself to the construction scraps. There's even plenty bits of insulation you can have.
This is fair warning. When I move in the Spot family is coming with me. They eat mice like you for breakfast.