There's a Mouse in my House

**warning--graphic photos ahead**

Anyone who knows me has probably had to endure my stories of the mice in our condo...at least twice. I'm sure everyone is tired of hearing about it, but just in case I haven't mentioned it...I HATE MICE. I'm not afraid of them; I just think they're nasty little bacteria laden vermin. Yuck. And they really like our downstairs bathroom, laundry area, and kitchen.

Last year we had a major infestation. We caught/killed like 16 in a matter of a few months. Mimi the wonder hunter even caught a couple. We always know when they're around because Mimi is on the hunt. Literally. She tries really hard to catch them. It's actually somewhat funny to watch her - she's just so darn cute. But then, you realize just what it is she's hunting, and you're brought back to the disgusting reality. There are mice in my house!!!

Last year we finally got rid of the mice when the exterminator came out. Yep, you read that right, we exterminated them. And I didn't feel one bit of bad about it. We set out bait boxes laden with poison and for awhile, we were mouseless (or at least I didn't see/hear them). But of course, the poison dried up, and the mice retured. And the exterminator did not. During our mouseless months, our exterminator went out of business and another had to be found. Once we had them, getting them out to the house was tough. Finally, last week they came and put out more bait boxes. Mice Be Gone!

Today, I went downstairs to make some lunch. It was already 2:00, and I was starving. And what to my dismay did I see? A dead mouse in the middle of the floor. Yep. Right there. I don't know if it was due to the poison or the Mimi, but there he was. Mimi had to have played with him, he was awfully flat (and Scooby was upstairs with me). I called Chris and promptly informed him that I, of all people, should not have to clean up a dead mouse. He suggested I use a bunch of paper towels. Sorry, ain't gonna happen. If I don't have to, I'm not touching one of those nasty little buggers - in life or death.

As I am wont to do, I took pictures of it and emailed it to him so he'd know just what I was dealing with here. Of course, I called him to make sure he saw the email. He laughed at me. "You took pictures of it?" You thought I wouldn't? You underestimate me, my love!

So, the dogs went into their houses and off I went to my mom's where I made my lunch (we were traveling to the panhandle of OK today, so I had to go over anyway). No cooking just inches away from the dead mouse for me. Hopefully Chris has the corpse all cleaned up and it doesn't stink too bad. And, upon my return there'd better not be any mouse in my house!!!