Two weeks ago, we had a yard sale trying to clear the basement of the boxes of stuff Big Scary Man and I each brought into the marriage (4 sets of dishes, 3 sets of pots, 5 sets of silverware...) Among the items we dragged out was a dishwasher still in it's box. BSM pulled it out and discovered the insulation under the bottom face plate was pulled up. He points it out and asked me how is it possible we have a mouse?



We have three cats and the dishwasher sat at his (catless) uncle's house for several months - there is no way a mouse got to that dishwasher in MY house. He had to admit I might be right.



So last night he was downstairs and I hear him stomping up the stairs - gets to the kitchen and yells at Stinky "You're Fired!" Stinky just looked at him like he was an idiot.



BSM found mouse droppings - lots of them, in one corner of his workshop downstairs. The same workshop Stinky nearly lived in last summer because we had a nest of crickets in there which she systematically hunted down.



We have 3 cats. One was a barn cat who caught her own meals. How do we have a mouse?!?

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