So while we were gone, a mouse has found a way into our cabinet full of plastic containers and cookware.
From Molly’s reaction, this is apparently my fault.
I am the Pied Piper of Paresisville.
Yep: I’m home.
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don’t you have a cat?
I do, but the mouse has come up through a hole in the bottom of a cabinet, and the cat can’t get into it.
We did catch a mouse before we left, so I’m not even sure if there is a mouse any longer, or just the poop of the old one left behind.
stupid cat.
if your cat wanted that mouse badly enough, he could find a way to get to it.
cats have it too easy these days.
I’ll relay that message to the cat, as soon as he wakes up.
Lazy fucker.
Depends on whether said mouse had time to breed. Probably best not to suggest there could be a large colony behind the walls.
Of course it’s your fault. Who else would devise something so disgustingly annoying besides the husband?
And Renee’s comment made me shudder. I would take a sledge hammer to the dry wall and toss the cat in just to be sure…
It’s a mouse, people.
Plug up that hole. Sweep up the poop. Sterilize the shelf.
Move on.
Now, if it was a rat?
That’s different.
I might add, set a trap.
But essentially?
What Kris said.