DLF

Well, Nathan and I had an exciting week. Thursday night, while pulling out an oven mit I hadn't ever used before I noticed little "sprinkles". In fear, and hoping Nathan would say the opposite of what I thought, I asked Nathan what they were. Unfortunately, Nathan confirmed my fears by saying that they were mouse droppings. I was freaking out. How in the world did a mouse get in my apartment?! We are too clean for a mouse to want to live in our house. Even now thinking about it I'm freaking out. I immediately called our landlords. I'm secure enough to say that I was a big pansy! I let Nathan and our landlord do all the plugging of the holes and setting of the mouse traps. Somehow, the little mouse made it under our kitchen sink and through pre-made holes got around to our drawers. I pulled out every drawer and washed all of my dishes (even the ones I had just washed earlier that day). I sanitized all of my drawers and cupboards. All of our towels and anything else that could go into the washer was put inside a bag to be taken to the laundromat. I spent the next day and over $10 at the laundromat cleaning everything that could have possibly been touched by our little friend. Friday, while Nathan was napping on the couch, a SNAP woke him up. The mouse was now our DLF (dead little friend). And Nathan, being the kind husband he is, decided to wait to dispose of the DLF until after I got home to see it. I wanted to throw up. I am happy to say our house has been re-sanitized and mouse free. But still thinking about it makes me paranoid.