I had this great post written in my head for today. It was going to be interesting and informative and amusing…. but I don’t have time to write it now, because that image above is how my living and dining rooms (ie my whole house) looks right now…
You see when we got home from a weekend away (me at Blogopolis, my big kids at their Grandparent’s, and my husband on night shift)we were greeted with a smell. Not just any smell… a smell that made us all reel back in disgust as we opened the lounge room door. A smell that immediately had the big kids all blaming each other and then finally agreeing it must have come from Dad. A smell that just won’t go away.
A dead mouse smell.
Somewhere in our lounge or dining room is a dead mouse.
So last night I started looking for the source of the odour, and I’ve been looking every since. I have turned our living room up side down. I have cleaned under and behind things that haven’t been cleaned under or behind for years. I’ve found a plethora of stray socks, one lost shoe that is now several sizes too small, enough hair elastics to make a hundred pony tails and some petrified toast, but no mouse.
It’s not behind or under the piano, I know because I hauled the damn thing out from the wall to take a look. It’s not under the couches, or in any of the toy boxes. It’s not behind the dresser or in the wood box and it’s not under the change table. We even turned our couch upside down and took to it with a knife to see if the culprit may have been inside, but no. I’m running out of places to look, but the smell is still there.
And how do I know that the smell is in fact a dead mouse?
Well, apart from the fact that we are copping the tail end of Southern Australia’s colossal mouse plague and the fact that there are mice everywhere… and I mean, everywhere. Apart from that, on Friday afternoon, as I was rushing around trying to get everything and everyone ready to go, I picked up a pair of shoes I don’t wear too often and slid my feet into them. My left foot went in just fine, but my right foot… My right foot got half way in when it encountered something squishy yet furry, and something very very smelly.
A little brown mouse had gorged itself on bait and then crawled into the toe of my shoe to haemorrhage and die.
Needless to say I wont be wearing those shoes again, ever. And that smell is burned into my nose for future reference, I just didn’t realise the future would be so close at hand.
So if I don’t blog again in the next few days, don’t worry, I am just lost under piles and piles of stuff, still hunting for that damn dead mouse!