My name is Charlene... ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏
I never imagined this would happen to me.
My name is Charlene. I live in a beautiful home with my husband and our three amazing kids. Everything was perfect - until I opened our pantry one morning and screamed.
It was disgusting. Mouse droppings everywhere.
Chewed-up food. The smell was unbearable.
And the worst part? We had already eaten the food they'd gotten into.
I was terrified. I couldn't sleep. I started googling symptoms of rat-bite fever at 2AM. I even rushed my son to the ER when he got a fever. | | I tried everything.
– Traps.
– Poisons (too dangerous with kids around).
– An exterminator who quoted me $500 for one visit. Nothing worked. The mice kept coming back. | | My neighbor, Shawn, saw me dumping out bags of groceries and asked what was going on. When I told him, he just nodded, walked back to his garage, and came back holding a small pouch. He handed me a few and said :
"Trust me." | | I placed them under the sink, behind the fridge, in the pantry, and in the cabinets. That night?
Not a single mouse. Not one dropping. No sound in the walls. My kitchen was finally mine again. And it was all thanks to a product called Vamoose. | | | | |
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