Avoiding a Spiritual Infestation

Our belief and prayers are our fortune. With them we have more than a fighting chance; without them we are overrun. There will always be invaders, and what amounts to our portion becomes a “wheel of misfortune” for those who try to hurt us.

It was bad but not quite this bad and over the years we made our camp into a little slice of heaven . . .

It was bad but not quite this bad, and over the years we made our camp into a little slice of heaven despite the occasional raider.

Our first night at our camp was straight out of hell. I don’t know why I sent my husband ‘Pier Jesus” (so nicknamed for mastery of pier fishing) to northern Michigan in the dead of winter to buy a property without me but I did.  My parting words as I handed him the checkbook were “Don’t come back without a cabin!”

Three months later, when spring finally arrived, our family packed and head out for the long drive to see our new property.  As we pulled onto our two-track private road P. Jesus became nervous–  worried about our reaction and his own. He himself was unsure of what exactly he had purchased since the cabin was sold “as is,” and at the time of his offer he was unable to see much of it for all the snow.

After looking the place over and realizing that the water well was dead and the “septic” was an open hole in front yard, I looked at my husband with feigned optimism and said “Well, it has potential. At least we have electricity– one out of three requirements!”

We had brought along an old  TV and DVDS to keep our middle schoolers occupied, and just as we settled into our circa 1950’s panelled living room one of the kids screamed.

“Did you see that?!!”  

Our daughter swore she had seen something run across the room and leap into the couch cushion next to her.  This was followed by a second and then a third sighting.  Whatever was infesting our cabin was fast.  No one could identify it for sure.  Chipmunks? Mice?  Both?

The next morning we awoke to find one of the boys’ blankets, the cheap synthetic kind, had been chewed to pieces as he slept. Above the other problems we were facing, the first order of business was a run into town where we bought two types of traps– the standard wooden type and a fancy plastic doohickey . . . neither of which worked. The bait was always missing but there was never a kill.  Apparently we were dealing with some form of alien intelligence the likes of which we’d never seen.  Believe it or not, the fact that we had no water and toilet seemed minor in comparison with the battle we were facing.  For the infrastructure issues we made do by boiling lake water and using an  outhouse on an abandoned property nearby.

We made several more trips to our camp that summer and early fall  but never killed a single beast.  Then one day we were introduced to “The Wheel of Misfortune”; a contraption used by locals to eradicate rodents.  With some basic verbal instructions our eldest son set out to make the device using a bucket, a beer can, wire, and some small, narrow boards.  The idea was to string the wire through the beer can and attach it to the top of the bucket.  Ramps made of wood would lead the accused to their tightrope wire and the rotating beer can that was slathered in peanut butter.  The can would roll and into the bucket the wretched varmint would fall . . . .landing in several inches antifreeze to hasten death and lessen odor.

The death toll from the wheel was a staggering; 16 on the very first night!  After months of battling for our cabin we declared victory and raised our flag.

An example of the deadly wheel (we prefer Busch)

An example of the deadly wheel (we prefer Busch by the way)

It was not the end of our battles as every fall when the air turned crisp new invaders would appear. We restricted every entry point we could find but they were a hearty lot and always managed to find a way in.  Every so often we would find stores of nuts in our dresser drawers and between our sheets.  Our enemies were quite insistent about the placement of their stashes and went to great lengths to hide their loot. Needless to say, the wheel got a lot use.

Our belief and prayers are our fortune. With them we have more than a fighting chance; without them we are overrun. There will always be invaders, and what amounts to our portion becomes a “wheel of misfortune” for those who try to hurt us.

P.S. For those of you interested in building your own, here is an improved design my husband came up with a few years later.  It is useful for storing the WOM when not in use. image





8 thoughts on “Avoiding a Spiritual Infestation

  1. Weather by prayer, luck or my hearing disability in 14 years I never encountered a critter inside my cabin. Yet that is odd because I constantly put bird feed and scraps outside to feed the animals and birds around my place. But I have always believed it was because I made a pack with them when I first arrived to not kill them if they never made their presence known to me.

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      • Cats really help! Our kitty was an accomplished huntress here at the farm – the only mice I saw once we adopted Coon were the “presents” she left for me at the back door. She even graduated to little red squirrels. Unfortunately, Boo kitty, my handsome big male, has only produced one mouse since Coonie passed away.

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    • It is an amazingly effective doohickey! My husband actually perfected it later by putting hinges at the top of the ramps that connected to two shorter boards which held the ends of the wire. In this way we could store it neatly when not in issue. I found that picture this morning and will add it to the post! Most effective!!


      • Oh I wanted P. Jesus to make them as a retirement gig and sell them in outdoor mags. My idea was to call it a “mouse burler” (burling being lumber jack log rolling) and design a log to place instead of the beer can.


  2. i laugh at this….. lol. its a kinda crazy experience you know. all the same i join hand with your family in raising the victory flag……… Very intriguing write up too.


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