Apr 04, 2012 19:55
I thought I might be at least a little tough, but nope. Not even close.
I came home to a funny smell in the kitchen today. It smelled chemical to me and all I could think was that Holly or Bailey had gotten at the mouse poison I still haven't actually put out. I'm afraid to go under the sink, and I want to have a pair of gloves. I don't want to risk touching the poison.
As if my normal amount of paranoia wasn't enough, it's now been amplified a hundred-fold.
I took a risk and peeked into the silverware drawer. OMG. Dead mouse number two. At least this one was dead and not hanging on. It took me forty-five minutes of hemming and hawing and whining and gnashing my teeth and being text-yelled at by John, to get rid of the mouse. *shudder* (In John's defense, he does have a broken pipe at home. He put too much heavy duty clog remover down the drain, and it ate a hole in the pipe.)
I didn't check the bread drawer and there's no way in hell I'm checking it. I set another trap in the silverware drawer. I'm going to have to stop at Wal Mart on my way home tomorrow. I need more traps.
I think I'm going to go take a nap!