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Now I know how Lady Macbeth felt
So, last night I finally got round to going swimming, after talking about doing it for weeks. While fishing the travel size shampoo etc out of my backpack to bring with me I noted a distinct and not at all pleasant odour. So I pulled out the chair and had a look in case the cats had left a little something there for later but couldn't see anything. Figured maybe it was coming from outside somewhere as the chair is just below the window and went off to the pool (more on that anon).
Just before I went to bed I remembered something else I wanted out of the backpack and noted in the big front pocket (there are 2) that not only was there still The Smell but also dampness. Initially I thought maybe the shampoo/shower gel had leaked, but no cleansing product I've used has smelt quite like THAT, so I thought maybe I left something edible in the little front pocket. No idea what, but maybe. So I stick my hand in to investigate, only to withdraw it shrieking and cursing when I find a dead mouse. A very dead mouse indeed. A very dead and very stinky mouse.
Once the gag reflex has settled (it was VERY stinky) and I have scrubbed my hand with dettol, Out damn spot! Out I say I manage to steel my nerves and sacrifice the barbeque tongs to remove the ex-mouse. Why do I even HAVE barbeque tongs? I am not sure. But luckily I do and with the aid of them and a plastic bag I remove the remains and hastily fling them into the bin, along with the tongs, then go back inside to scrub my hands again Here's the smell of the mouse still to remove any Mouse Taint.
Even now thinking about it, my hand is twitchy and I am fighting the compulsion to run off and scrub it some more, What, will these hand's ne'er be clean? just in case. After all, there is still some skin left...
Then I went to bed, in a state that can only be described as EW. Tonight I shall have to take whatever else is left in the bag and bin it Who would have thought the old mouse to have had so much blood in him?, which is a shame because it was a very handy bag for weekends and stuff. Bloody cats.
What I'd love to know is
A. how long had it been there pinin' for the - what do mice pine for, holes? I'm thinking since the weekend, and
B. how the hell did it get in there? Did it escape the cats with its dying breaths and crawl in there to bleed to death, or did they put it in there for safe keeping and forget? Or as a lovely surprise/act of revenge for me buggering off to Dublin over the weekend? It was certainly a Surpise, I'll give them that.
From now on must remember to keep all bags firmly shut.
I'd also like to know where they're getting all these bloody mice from in the first place.
Maybe I should give up and go back to having fish. Fish never left me dead things. I liked the fish. Well except when I would turn round and all 3 of them would be in a row starting at me, that was freaky. But on the whole the fish were model pets.
The cats killed them :(
Just before I went to bed I remembered something else I wanted out of the backpack and noted in the big front pocket (there are 2) that not only was there still The Smell but also dampness. Initially I thought maybe the shampoo/shower gel had leaked, but no cleansing product I've used has smelt quite like THAT, so I thought maybe I left something edible in the little front pocket. No idea what, but maybe. So I stick my hand in to investigate, only to withdraw it shrieking and cursing when I find a dead mouse. A very dead mouse indeed. A very dead and very stinky mouse.
Once the gag reflex has settled (it was VERY stinky) and I have scrubbed my hand with dettol, Out damn spot! Out I say I manage to steel my nerves and sacrifice the barbeque tongs to remove the ex-mouse. Why do I even HAVE barbeque tongs? I am not sure. But luckily I do and with the aid of them and a plastic bag I remove the remains and hastily fling them into the bin, along with the tongs, then go back inside to scrub my hands again Here's the smell of the mouse still to remove any Mouse Taint.
Even now thinking about it, my hand is twitchy and I am fighting the compulsion to run off and scrub it some more, What, will these hand's ne'er be clean? just in case. After all, there is still some skin left...
Then I went to bed, in a state that can only be described as EW. Tonight I shall have to take whatever else is left in the bag and bin it Who would have thought the old mouse to have had so much blood in him?, which is a shame because it was a very handy bag for weekends and stuff. Bloody cats.
What I'd love to know is
A. how long had it been there pinin' for the - what do mice pine for, holes? I'm thinking since the weekend, and
B. how the hell did it get in there? Did it escape the cats with its dying breaths and crawl in there to bleed to death, or did they put it in there for safe keeping and forget? Or as a lovely surprise/act of revenge for me buggering off to Dublin over the weekend? It was certainly a Surpise, I'll give them that.
From now on must remember to keep all bags firmly shut.
I'd also like to know where they're getting all these bloody mice from in the first place.
Maybe I should give up and go back to having fish. Fish never left me dead things. I liked the fish. Well except when I would turn round and all 3 of them would be in a row starting at me, that was freaky. But on the whole the fish were model pets.
The cats killed them :(
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See, mine never bring me mice, on account of never going out. It has certain things to commend it, that. They do eat fluff and bugs though.
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I've seen no trace of any in the house tho. Live ones that is.
But it was all very icky and still making me a tad queasy.
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Mind you if I hadn't need something out of that bag, I might not have noticed til it was time to pack for bryony's wedding and I'm sure by then it would have been just... well. Runny.