Really. I'm not kidding. We've been trying to find this mouse for weeks. We've even had an exterminator out here. I think those sticky traps finally worked.
If only I knew exactly where in the closet he put those sticky traps.
How do I know? You know how that kid on the Sixth Sense saw dead people? Well, I smell death each time I go in that closet.
Why does my husband have to be out of town when stuff like this happens?
UPDATED: I feel both relief and frustration. I cleaned out the pantry closet. No mouse. I did find a rotten potato though...who knew that a rotten potato could be mistaken for a dead mouse?
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