eek! a mouse!
Not that I'm afraid of them, I just don't want the little buggers in my house. I was rummaging around in my pantry looking for something when I shifted a plastic bag of flour and it left a trail. Picked it up and saw a chewed hole, teeny tiny tooth marks in a ragged circle. Serves me right for storing flour in a plastic bag and forgetting about it. For five years. This under bench corner cupboard is my pantry. I tossed out that bag of flour, then set about emptying the whole cupboard onto my kitchen floor. Swept out the line of mouse poop on the top shelf, washed the shelves and went to visit my elderly neighbour while they dried. She'll be 88 this year and hs shrunk six full inches since I saw her last. She's losing weight too. Anyway, I got home and started putting things back into the pantry. Well gosh, how long has this been in there? And that! I don't need that if I haven't even looked at it all these years. Into the bin with it. And the other thing, and...