I used my mad detective skillz to figure out we have a mouse because someone chewed through the bag of Fritos, right before I made chili. So, you know, there were no Fritos for chili. Our lives are so terrible!
And after it became obvious that there had been a mouse in the bread drawer, I checked out all the other kitchen cabinets. The lazy susan was filled with corn starch, and the corn starch had tiny little paw prints running through it. There were actual turds in the blender.
For those playing along at home, here's the final tally:
- Baking supplies thrown out: 5
- Canned goods wiped down with bleach wipes: 752
- Appliances with mouse droppings in them: 2
- Hours of my life lost to disinfecting my entire kitchen: 27
This crazed disinfecting took so long because I had to keep stopping in order to clean up dog pee. Foxie Doxie has a raging UTI, and is basically slow-rolling through the house, tinkling as he goes.
You know you want to come over.
Last night, My Guy and I surveyed the damage. Everything except canned goods is on the counter, because surely our mouse isn't surly enough to breach the counter. This means that we have about 4 square inches of available counterspace for actual cooking.
We ate some chocolate chips and discussed our food options. And then I realized that the bag of chocolate chips had two tiny holes in it.
We're probably going to come down with the bubonic plague. It seems fitting.