I found a mouse. I was downstairs in the laundry room climbing the mountain of dirty clothes. I thought it smelled less than fresh so I grabbed a can of air freshener. I sprayed a goodly amount around and put the can back and then said, "NNNNNGGGAAAAHHHHH!!" A mouse was curled up on the shelf. He's either dead or taking a nap. Patrick will save me when he gets home. He is the scooper of all things disgusting around here. You know, the mouse would be really cute if he weren't so gross.
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Karli, I found a dead mouse, too! It's final resting place was under an old comforter in our basement. It was stiff, so I put a piece of plastic over it, and gingerly picked it up by it's widdle tail and threw it away. So, from now on, go downstairs armed with plastic wrap.
Thanks for the tip!! Love, Karli.
We have a mouse in our basement. The cat just looks at it, while the dog barks and barks. The mouse has a good deal going--free rent, free food, free heat, and free cable. I guess I'd hang out at our house, too.
Might as well name it and claim it.
I wish I could find a dead mouse, all I'm finding is the poop ON THE BREAD BOARD!!!!!
It's gone now.
Hooray for Pat!
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