take that, mouse!

So, remember how I had that dead mouse? And how it was very decidedly only one mouse?

Yeah, his cousin came to visit me recently.

And pooped. All. Over. my kitchen.

Ugh! There is nothing more disgusting, insidious and just-plain-creepy than a kitchen covered in mystery mouse doo doo. Ok, not covered. I didn't have to mow my way through a field of kitchen poo, but I did have to clean EVERYTHING within three feet of poo just so I didn't get scheeved out.

I washed all the tupperware that houses my food (which had little mouse treats on them), and then washed the area around the microwave (where the turds were most abundant) and then to shifted the ironing board so it wasn't leaning up against the shelf with the microwave (because it had a telltale poo on it, too).

I'm telling you, there was poo everywhere! (see above disclaimer)

I went to bed and dreamed scheevey mouse-invading dreams, and woke up at 5:30 in the morning, terrified that I'd step in poo (or dead mouse) on my trip to the bathroom.

When I woke up this morning and checked the microwave? Poo free!

Take that, mouse! Why not move in with the doorslammers next door (who don't seem to be moving out any time soon -- in fact, they just got a new couch! WTF?!?!)

I just hope that the mouse doesn't realize that the kat(e)'s away this weekend...