*gags* I have achieved dead mouse
Just as I thought: Dead mouse in my bedroom. Crawled in behind my fannish bookshelves: specifically, behind my stacks of X-Files-, Buffy- and LOTR-related magazines and printouts. My old XF fic reeks of death, which is, I suppose, somewhat appropriate.
I had to leave the room for a few minutes and learn how to breathe again because despite how calm this post sounds, I am freaking right the hell out.
Plus side, though, it was in the very last place I looked/cleaned except my closet, and now my bedroom is cleaner than it's been in an age. Perhaps after I remove the rotted, nasty thing and soak in a scalding tub while the November wind helps the Oust clear some of the smell, I shall change my sheets, hang up my shirts, and call it a new era.
Or maybe I'll just huddle on the couch and hope Winchesters arrive soon to salt and burn its tiny rodent bones.
Dean, honey, bring me a bucket, would you? I'm gonna puke.
ETA: Yeah, no sheet changing or clothes hanging tonight. It's too awful in that room, and I will not enter it again until tomorrow night. Have removed the disgusting thing to several tied-off plastic bags within the larger overall garbage bag, now housed on the porch, opened all windows, turned on the ceiling fan, Cloroxed the floor, Ousted the hell out of the place, and shut the door.
Oh, and p.s. for the hiyakittehs: You're supposed to catch the mice and EAT them, leaving no mess; you're not supposed to stalk them into hiding and leave them to die horrible, thirsty deaths and then rot. We've talked about this.
I had to leave the room for a few minutes and learn how to breathe again because despite how calm this post sounds, I am freaking right the hell out.
Plus side, though, it was in the very last place I looked/cleaned except my closet, and now my bedroom is cleaner than it's been in an age. Perhaps after I remove the rotted, nasty thing and soak in a scalding tub while the November wind helps the Oust clear some of the smell, I shall change my sheets, hang up my shirts, and call it a new era.
Or maybe I'll just huddle on the couch and hope Winchesters arrive soon to salt and burn its tiny rodent bones.
Dean, honey, bring me a bucket, would you? I'm gonna puke.
ETA: Yeah, no sheet changing or clothes hanging tonight. It's too awful in that room, and I will not enter it again until tomorrow night. Have removed the disgusting thing to several tied-off plastic bags within the larger overall garbage bag, now housed on the porch, opened all windows, turned on the ceiling fan, Cloroxed the floor, Ousted the hell out of the place, and shut the door.
Oh, and p.s. for the hiyakittehs: You're supposed to catch the mice and EAT them, leaving no mess; you're not supposed to stalk them into hiding and leave them to die horrible, thirsty deaths and then rot. We've talked about this.