Need some motivation to scrub down your kitchen with disinfectant? Let little Stuart Little in. Although don't say I didn't warn you: those "Little's" sure do poop an awful lot.
I went to look in my purse this morning for a receipt and found my purse full of chewed up paper and plastic baggies from the kids snacks. And mouse poop. Lots of mouse poop. Insane amounts of poop.
Further investigation found my counter to be filled with poop. Lots of poop. Massive amounts of poop.
So far the cupboards are clear. I could only find two traps in the garage and they are both set. I'm going to Target after naps and buying them out of traps. We will catch that "Little" son-of-a-mouse.
We're hoping we have a singular mouse. Evan brought in an old blanket from the garage Saturday morning and we're pretty sure it came in that way.
On a funny note...I told the kids we had a mouse living in our house and Avrie immediately went to Nolan's room and got his stuffed Mickey Mouse. Oh, if only.