I do have a line, though.
This morning I was chatting on the phone with a friend. I heard a strange noise coming from my garbage can. I opened the lid and a mouse looked up at me from his (her?) rotten orange breakfast.
I did the stereotypical thing. I screamed like I was in a horror movie.
I then picked up my entire garbage can and took it outside and left it in the back lane. After that, I looked around for telltale signs and found little mouse poops in my pantry (darn it!).
I promised the kids we would go to playgroup so I put off the clean up until after lunch. When we got home from playgroup I found the lid knocked off my garbage can and hoped against hope it was the neighbour's cats that did it. I also noticed my garbage bag was shredded and there was a perfectly round hole clear through the side of my garbage can!
Since I am a stereotype, that can is not ever going to enter my house again.
What is the bright side?
- The mouse didn't chew on anything that contained actual food (I think the open bowl of dog kibble was the reason.)
- The dreaded job of cleaning my pantry before we move is done.
- I filled a garbage bag with random bits.
- All of my bulk items are now in Tupperware or jars.
It is really hot outside. Maybe some iced green tea is in order.
I hate meeses to pieces.