that somewhere in the vicinity of my desk, there is a mouse silently decomposing.
No, it isn’t that I am a poor housekeeper, it’s just that Miez thinks it a wonderful idea to reward me with mice. She came in through the cat door yesterday evening, mouse in mouth, I failed to get her to give up the mouse and she exited said cat door with said mouse.
So, I followed her into the garden and startled her into letting the mouse go, distracted her long enough for the mouse to make a quick exit into the hedge. Tobi looked on with a quizzical “what on earth are they doing” gaze.
For the past two days, it has smelled around my desk. I know the smell of dead mice. Pauli used to bring them in the house too.
I cleaned, vacuumed and wiped down everything, removed everything from the cabinets and bookcases, all to no avail. Though I am not of the faint sort, I cleaned behind everything very gingerly, fearing a reach behind the floor bookcase might cause me to reach into a quivering mess of decomposing rodent, but found nothing.
So. Now that I have ruined everyone’s lunch or breakfast, I will continue searching.