One by one I'm pulling plates out when all of a sudden I get to the bottom, lift up the last plate and....
|No, this isn't the actual mouse. This is off of google. It was too traumatic of an experience for taking pictures.|
There was a DEAD MOUSE LAYING THERE WITH SOAP SUDS ON ITS NASTY LITTLE BODY. There is no font or letter size big enough to describe my SHOCKKKKK. I started screaming bloody murder, crying, and jumping up and down. My mom was coming up the stairs carrying a bunch of groceries and she runs in and sees the mouse....then yells at the top of her lungs, "CUUUUUUURT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Valentin and one of the ladies working downstairs in the church come racing up to the house....they thought I had cut myself or something.
It was thee most terrifying thing that has happened to me in a very long time...
One of the ladies was saying later, "Yeah, mice are just terrible, we are scared of them!" But it wasn't that, really. I'd seen a mouse just a few days earlier outside and yeah, it's a little shocking, but it's a whole 'nother story when it's in the bottom of a sink of dishes. I probably TOUCHED IT while trying to let the water out. After having the mouse removed, I filled the sink with about 1/2 bleach-1/2 water and scrubbed my hands and re-washed the dishes.
I got to tell this story a few times at church the next day and each time I did, I would feel shaky all over again and start tearing up. It was AWFUL!
We've lived in this house for eight years and have never had a problem with mice. However, a couple months ago we were given some boxes of tools and things from a family moving away....we think maybe that's where they are coming from.
We've caught about 5 so far. Ugh. So gross.