Late Saturday night, getting ready for bed, I walked into my bedroom and immediately noticed a strong scent of something...rotten. I figured it couldn't be natural gas, because the smell was just in the bedroom and the furnace and water heater are on the other side of the house. Then I realized...it was the odor of dead mouse. I looked everywhere for it--under the bed, in the closet, behind the dresser--nope, nowhere. Had it crawled into the heating vent and died? How would I get it out? How long do dead mice smell? Too tired to worry about it, I crawled into bed and fell asleep.
The next morning, making my bed, I discovered the poor wee mousie behind one of the bed legs. Trying to forget that I had slept the night less than a foot away from a dead mouse, I focused on being grateful it hadn't died in the vent or the walls. After properly disposing of the ex-mouse, I scrubbed the floor and lit a scented candle to air the room out.
Earlier Saturday night, I watched the movie Grey Gardens, which was recommended by Shawn. In one memorable scene, Little Edie feeds Wonder bread and Purina Cat Chow to the raccoons living in her attic. Edie lived with raccoons, I live with dead mice. If I start wearing towels on my head like Edie did, somebody better snap me out of it.
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