When we got home, Andrew headed upstairs to shower while I went to the sink to wash my hands so I could start preparing dinner. The last thing I was thinking about was mice, since we hadn't see any sign of them since last weekend. I was hoping we had caught the only two mice in the house.
Then I looked over to my left, saw a mouse head peering out of a stove top burner and yelled my head off. Andrew came racing down the stairs to figure out what was wrong and it was pretty obvious since the damned mouse kept poking its head out and looking at us. We ended up lifting the stove top and this is the sight that met our eyes:
Can you see the mouse?
Here's a closer look at it:
Ok, I'll say it. The thing was ridiculously cute with its large glistening eyes. But it was also running all over the interior of my stove. Andrew and I tried to trap it in an empty cardboard container but it ended up leaping out of the stove, across the sink, across my dishpan, ran around my drying dishes, ran back into the dishpan and leaped off the counter onto the floor, heading back into my kitchen walls through a crack in the counter next to the dishwasher.
The damn thing ruined an entire afternoon's worth of work. Although the first batch of cobbler looked untouched, Andrew rightfully convinced me to throw it out. It was just so painful to do since it looked great. It's one thing to throw away something you've ruined by burning or something that tastes gross. It's another thing to dump a dessert that looks absolutely perfect! We also wiped down the counters with disinfectant spray and washed ALL the dishes over again. And the dishpan.
As we head to bed tonight, Andrew's put out two more traps. He's hoping for a trifecta tomorrow morning - mice in all three traps. The mice are cute but they're getting bold and running wild. I'm sorry Stuart Little, Mattimeo and all the other cute fictional mice I used to read about. It's time for you to leave my house peacefully or die. I've hit my limit.
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